Coral’s POV
The next morning, Coral woke early, unable to sleep with everything weighing on her mind. The sun had barely risen, but she couldn’t wait any longer. Throwing on a sweatshirt and leggings, she made her way downstairs to her father’s home office, where she knew he would be sipping his coffee and reviewing pack reports.
As she entered, her father, Beta Gregory, glanced up from his desk. “Coral, it’s early. What’s going on?”
“I need to talk to you and Mom. Now.”
Gregory raised an eyebrow at her tone but didn’t argue. “I’ll get your mother.”
A few minutes later, Ireland entered the office. Her dark, shoulder-length curls framed her face, and she wore a flowing robe that barely hinted at her visible pregnancy. Her rich brown skin glowed under the soft morning light as she cradl
