Eleanora

The pain came like a storm, sudden, fierce, and all-consuming.

I gripped Gannon’s hand, my lifeline through the tempest.

“Stay with me,” I whispered, voice trembling.

He didn’t hesitate.

His strong fingers tightened around mine as he knelt beside me, eyes burning with fierce love and unwavering resolve.

“You’re the strongest wolf I know,” he said softly. “We’re going to get through this. Together.”

The birthing chamber was filled with flickering candlelight and the scent of healing herbs, but outside the walls, the world seemed to darken.

I felt the shift, a subtle chill creeping into the air, the weight of unseen eyes pressing in.

But inside, the battle...