Manuel's point of view

The atmosphere in the pack infirmary was tense, charged with a mix of anticipation and worry. My steps felt heavy as I walked towards the door, my heart hammering in my chest. Florida was in labor and I couldn't shake the feeling of helplessness that was eating away at me.

It had been hours since Florida was taken to the infirmary. Her labor had come early, no doubt brought on by the stress and turmoil that had plagued us recently. Every minute that passed seemed like an eternity and I couldn't shake the nagging fear that something might go wrong.

I stopped walking and looked at...