The warm summer breeze carried the scent of wildflowers and freshly cut grass, drifting through the open windows of the packhouse's opulent bedchamber. Brielle breathed deeply, savoring the familiar aromas as she stood before the floor-length mirror, her hands cradling the swell of her belly.

A soft knock at the door broke the tranquil silence, and Brielle turned, her heart fluttering with anticipation. "Come in," she called, her voice laced with warmth.

The door swung open, and Luna entered, her cheeks flushed with excitement. Cradled in her arms was a tiny bundle swaddled in a pale blue blanket – her newborn son, Jacob.

"Someone wanted to see his aunt before...