Six months of peace felt like a miracle.
Six months of managing two packs, strengthening alliances, settling disputes, and slowly building something that felt like a real future. Six months were the biggest problem I faced was arguing with Kaden about paint colours for the nursery.
Yes. The nursery.
I was pregnant. Three months along. The moment the news spread through both packs, it was like someone had lit a fire under everyone. Gifts arrived daily. Wolves volunteered for every task imaginable. Older females from both packs showed up uninvited to give me advice I had not asked for. The excitement was loud and overwhelming and, honestly, wonderful.
Kaden had become a completely different kind of impossible.
He hovered. Constantly. He watched me eat. He timed how long I stood. He appe
