Amara POV
Days turn into weeks, and my belly swells even more with the promise of new life. Dallas is a constant source of strength and reassurance, his love unwavering as we navigate the final stretch of the pregnancy together. We spend quiet evenings by the lake, watching the moonlight dance on the water, dreaming of the future that awaits us.
One crisp autumn morning, the contractions begin. Dallas’s hands are steady as he helps me through each wave of pain, his voice a calming presence in the delivery room. The pack healer, Elder Willow, a wise old wolf who joined us after the battle, stands ready with her expertise and guidance.
Hours pass like fleeting moments, and finally, the cries of our newborns fill the room. Dallas and I exchange tearful smiles as Elder Willow gently places
