I wake with a jolt, my body seizing for a moment before relaxing back into the bed.

  The familiar smell of earth, wood, and warmth fills my senses, and for a moment, I think I’m still dreaming. But the soft weight of a blanket, the quiet murmur of the wind outside the window—these are real.

  I’m in the fortress. In the room.

  My body aches. Every muscle is sore, heavy, and the air feels thicker somehow, almost oppressive.

  I sit up slowly, the room spinning for a moment before I steady myself. The memories rush back—the chase, the confusion, the moment when I was so close to slipping away.

  And then… Apolloh. He’d been there. He’s always been there, even when I’ve tried to run.

  The emptiness in my chest is still there, but something else is beginning to take root. The feeling of his presence, the warmth of his touch, even now lingering on my skin. He’d been there when I’d finally forced my way back into control.

  A soft sound stirs from the corner of the room, and my gaze shifts.

  There he is. Apolloh.

  I hadn’t noticed at first, but he’s sitting in a chair beside the bed, his body rigid, yet tense, as though he’s been waiting for me to wake up. He’s holding something—his fingers wrapped around it tightly, his gaze distant.

  He looks exhausted, but still so… steady.

  I hesitate for a moment before speaking, my voice scratchy. “Apolloh…”

  His head snaps toward me, his eyes widening in surprise, like he hadn’t expected me to wake so soon. He stands, the chair scraping softly against the floor, but he doesn’t move toward me right away. He just watches me, like he’s afraid I might slip away again.

  I sit there, feeling a lump in my throat. I don’t know what to say. I don’t know what to feel. I know I should be grateful. I know I should be… something.

  But right now, all I feel is exhaustion—physically, emotionally, mentally. Every part of me wants to curl up and shut everything out.

  “Are you… are you alright?” His voice is low, cautious. He sounds so unsure of me. Of us.

  I don’t know how to answer him. How could I be alright after all of this?

  But then I remember. The pup.

  I place my hand over my stomach, feeling the faintest flutter again. I can’t forget. I have to protect the pup. But how? How am I supposed to do that when I can’t even protect myself?

  “I’m… not sure,” I admit, my voice barely above a whisper.

  Apolloh steps forward, slowly. He doesn’t push, doesn’t crowd me, but his presence is there—steady and unwavering.

  “I won’t leave you,” he says, his words simple, yet full of promise. “You’re not alone anymore.”

  I glance down at my hand over my stomach again, and then up at him. The fear I’ve felt, the fear that’s been clawing at me since I realized what was happening to me—it’s still there, but there’s something else now, too. A flicker of something… hopeful?

  He’s here. He’s not going anywhere.

  And maybe, just maybe, neither am I.

  I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. The weight of everything—everything I’ve been through—feels suffocating. It presses in from all sides, a constant reminder of what I’ve lost, and what I still have to fight for.

  I rub my face, trying to clear away the fog in my head. It’s like I’m still waking up from a nightmare, one that I can’t shake. I close my eyes for a moment, and when I open them again, Apolloh is still there, his gaze softer now.

  I can’t help it. I’m drawn to him. There’s something about the way he looks at me, like he’s seen everything I’ve been through and still wants to stay. Like he sees me, not the broken wolf I’ve been, but the one I could be.

  I blink, suddenly feeling the rawness of the situation. I don’t know what to do with myself. I want to retreat back into myself, close everything off, but something—something about Apolloh—keeps me tethered to this moment. Keeps me from running.

  The silence stretches between us, thick and heavy, and I hate it. I hate the uncertainty. I hate not knowing what’s going to happen next.

  Finally, I speak, my voice shaky. “What… what happens now?”

  Apolloh hesitates before answering, like he’s carefully choosing his words. “We take it one step at a time,” he says, his tone gentle but firm. “I’m not going anywhere, Laika. I’ll be here. I’ll stay.”

  I nod, but it doesn’t feel like enough. It doesn’t feel like it changes anything. Not really. I still don’t know how to trust this—us—how to trust him when I don’t even trust myself.

  His eyes flicker with understanding, and he reaches out, just a little. He doesn’t touch me, but his hand hovers close, like he’s giving me the space I need. “We’ll figure it out,” he adds, his voice quiet, like he’s trying to reassure both of us.

  I want to believe him. I do.

  But it’s hard.

  I glance down at my hands, then at the space beside me on the bed. It’s strange, this distance between us. I’m used to being alone, used to relying on no one but myself. But now, everything has changed. I’m not just fighting for myself anymore. I’m fighting for something else—someone else.

  The thought of the pup, still growing inside me, shifts something in me. It’s small—just a flutter of movement, but it’s there. That tiny life is mine. It’s ours—mine and Apolloh’s.

  “I don’t know how to do this,” I whisper, my voice barely audible.

  Apolloh doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, he leans forward slightly, his eyes full of something I can’t quite place. His hand moves a little closer to mine, but he doesn’t take it. He respects the space, the distance between us, even though I can see the tension in his shoulders. The worry in his eyes.

  “You don’t have to figure it out all at once,” he says softly. “We’ll do it together.”

  I swallow the lump in my throat, staring at the bed between us. The quiet is overwhelming. It feels like everything is hanging in the balance—this fragile connection, the uncertainty, the fear, the hope.

  For a moment, neither of us speaks. I let my hand fall to my stomach again, a protective gesture, as if somehow I can shield this tiny, fragile life inside me from everything that’s gone wrong.

  “I’m scared,” I say, my voice small. “I don’t know what’s going to happen next.”

  Apolloh nods, his eyes softening, filled with empathy. “I’m scared too,” he admits. “But we’ll face it together. No matter what.”

  And in that moment, it’s enough. It’s a beginning. Not a solution, but a step. One step at a time.

  I let out a slow breath, feeling the weight of the day still lingering, but something shifts—something lighter. There’s still so much uncertainty ahead, but for now, we have this. We have each other.

  The air in the fortress is lighter than it’s been in days, and for the first time in what feels like forever, I feel something other than fear or worry. It’s a small thing, but it’s enough to make my heart flutter—a sense of normalcy, or as close to it as I’ve ever known.

  We’re walking through the common area when a wave of laughter echoes across the open space. The sound is so foreign to me that I almost stop in my tracks. It’s the laughter of children, carefree and bright.

  I glance at Apolloh, who catches my gaze and offers a soft, understanding smile. He seems… different. Not just in the way he’s acting, but in the way he carries himself. There’s something softer about him today, like the weight of everything we’ve been through has lessened, even if just for this moment.

  “What is that?” I ask, surprised by the genuine curiosity in my voice.

  Apolloh tilts his head toward the sound, his lips curling into a grin. “It’s the pups. They’ve been asking about you.”

  I blink, my chest tightening at the thought. I haven’t been around many pups since coming to the Pack, and the thought of them… it’s strange. I’ve never felt like I belonged with them. But there’s something about the way Apolloh speaks—so fondly, like he understands their importance in a way I don’t.

  Before I can say anything, a blur of movement catches my eye. A pup—small, dark-haired, with bright eyes—comes charging toward us. She’s barely more than a ball of energy, running on pure instinct. I can’t help but smile as she circles us, her excited giggles filling the air.

  “Luna Laika!” she exclaims, using the title as if it were second nature, before trying to pounce on Apolloh’s leg.

  I laugh softly, and the sound feels almost foreign to me. The pup’s energy is contagious, and I can feel a small part of me begin to loosen, if only for a moment.

  Apolloh chuckles, bending down to ruffle her hair. “They’ve really taken to you,” he says. “You’re more than just their Luna to them. You’re… their protector.”

  I nod, though I’m still unsure what to make of that. But as the pup darts around me, playfully tugging at my sleeve, I can’t help but be swept up in the moment. It’s so simple—so innocent—and yet, it feels like something I’ve been missing.

  “Come on, Laika!” Apolloh teases, kneeling down to face the group of pups that are now gathered around us. “Show them how to play.”

  Before I can protest, he’s already in the middle of it, picking one of the pups up and tossing them lightly into the air, the sound of their laughter ringing in my ears. He’s so natural with them, so at ease, and it makes my chest tighten just a little. How does he do it? How does he make everything seem so easy?

  I hesitate for a moment, standing on the edge of the chaos, but then a small voice calls to me.

  “Luna Laika, play with us!” the same pup from earlier says, bouncing on her feet.

  I glance at Apolloh, who is grinning like a child, his eyes filled with that warmth I’ve come to rely on. For a moment, I consider walking away, staying in the background like I always do. But then I see the hope in the pups’ eyes—the way they look at me as if I could be something more to them. Something they need.

  With a deep breath, I step forward, and before I know it, I’m caught up in the whirlwind of laughter and games. I chase the pups around, laughing as they tug at my sleeves and try to outpace me. It’s wild, chaotic, and completely unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. For once, there are no worries. No fears. Just… the joy of being present.

  The world slows for a moment, and it feels like I’m finally breathing again. My heart isn’t heavy for the first time in a long while.

  When we finally collapse, exhausted but laughing, Apolloh is beside me, his arm casually draped over my shoulder. The pups are scattered around us, their energy finally spent. I feel a warmth in my chest, something I haven’t allowed myself to feel in a long time.

  “Not bad for a Luna,” Apolloh says, his voice low and teasing.

  I glance up at him, smiling as I catch my breath. “Not bad for a playful Alpha,” I reply.

  The soft sound of their laughter lingers in the air, and for the first time in what feels like forever, I allow myself to let go.

  We’re here. Together. And for now, that’s enough.

  As the laughter dies down and the pups wander off to play on their own, I find myself lying back, staring up at the sky through the trees. The sun is low, casting long shadows across the ground. The peacefulness is almost unreal, like the world has forgotten the chaos that’s always just around the corner.

  I can feel Apolloh beside me, his presence solid and comforting, as always. He doesn’t speak right away, but I know he’s here, watching over me in a way that only he can.

  I turn my head to meet his eyes, and there’s something there—something deeper than just the playful banter from earlier. He’s looking at me as if he can see past everything, into the heart of what I’m feeling, and I can’t hide from it. I don’t even want to.

  “How are you holding up?” His voice is softer than before, no teasing, just pure concern.

  I hesitate, unsure of how to answer. There’s so much in my mind—so much that still feels like it’s slipping through my fingers, like I’m losing control, even after everything. The pup inside me. My wolf. Everything that happened with the attack. The way I barely held on, how I forced my way back in control just to make it through. I’m tired. So tired.

  But there’s a strange calm now. A flicker of something, however small, that I can’t ignore.

  “I don’t know,” I answer finally, my voice quieter than I expected. “It’s… it’s been hard. But right now, I feel like I can breathe again. For the first time in days.”

  He smiles softly, the lines of his face easing for a moment. “I’m glad. You deserve to rest. And to enjoy the little moments.”

  I glance back at the pups, who are now chasing each other in a frenzy again, their laughter echoing through the clearing. For a brief moment, I let myself believe that maybe we can have this—these moments of peace—if only for a little while.

  “You’ve been good with them,” I comment, nodding toward the pups. “You’re like… a natural.”

  Apolloh chuckles, the sound rich and warm. “It’s easy when you’re surrounded by pure joy. They have this way of pulling everything out of you.”

  He looks down at me, and for a moment, his expression softens even more, almost vulnerable. It’s a side of him I don’t see often. The way he looks at me like I matter—like I’m someone worth protecting, worth loving.

  “You’re more than just the Luna to them, Laika,” he says, his voice low, but filled with warmth. “You’re their protector. Just like you’re mine.”

  I swallow hard, unsure how to respond. I never thought of myself that way—never thought I could be the protector, the one to keep others safe. I’ve spent so long just trying to survive, trying to hold onto what little I had. The idea of being responsible for others, for something bigger than myself, still terrifies me.

  But when I look at Apolloh, his steady gaze and the way he watches over me, I feel like maybe I can be. Maybe I’m not as broken as I thought. Maybe there’s still a chance for me to protect not only the pup inside me, but all of us.

  “Thank you,” I whisper, my heart too full to say more. “For everything.”

  Apolloh leans closer, his arm brushing against mine, and for a moment, it feels like everything is just as it should be. No ghosts, no enemies, no fear. Just us.

  “Anything for you, Laika,” he murmurs, his voice low and sincere.

  We lie there in silence for a while, the sound of the pups and the soft rustling of the trees filling the space between us. It’s peaceful, serene even. And though I know the world isn’t done with us yet, I allow myself to enjoy this moment. Just a small piece of calm in the storm.

  ~~~

  It’s hard to believe how quickly the days have passed, how much has changed in such a short time. Time has a way of slipping through your fingers when you’re caught in the middle of it all—fighting, surviving, and then suddenly, without warning, finding peace.

  But now, the peace is a little more obvious. There’s no denying it anymore. The slight curve of my belly—rounder, firmer—reminds me of what’s coming. The pup inside me has grown, is growing, and with every passing day, it feels a little more real.

  I stand in front of a mirror, studying the reflection. My hand rests lightly on my stomach, as if just touching it could make everything feel a little more grounded. Two months left. Just two months.

  I can see the change in my body now, the way my form has shifted. A little slower, a little heavier, but the feeling isn’t as foreign as it once was. There’s a tenderness I didn’t expect, a quiet sense of anticipation that follows me everywhere. But with it, there’s still the weight of the unknown, the uncertainty of what lies ahead.

  My thoughts drift to Apolloh, who’s always there, always by my side. He’s been a constant presence—steady, supportive—and though I never thought I’d get used to someone caring for me so completely, I have. I’m learning to rely on him in ways I never imagined.

  A knock on the door breaks my thoughts, followed by Apolloh’s voice.

  “Are you ready?” he asks, his voice warm, carrying through the door. “We’re going to be late.”

  I smile softly, turning away from the mirror. I don’t need to look at the reflection anymore to know what I’ll see—the soft curve of my stomach, the undeniable reminder of the life we’re about to welcome.

  I walk to the door, opening it to find Apolloh standing there. His eyes soften when he sees me, and for a moment, it feels like time stops. It’s just us, like it’s always been. But now, everything is different. And I can’t help but wonder what it’ll be like, in two months, when everything changes again.

  “You look beautiful,” he says, his voice low, genuine.

  I feel my cheeks warm, a small laugh escaping my lips. “I’m sure you say that to all the pregnant women.”

  He steps closer, just close enough that I can feel his warmth, his steady presence. He places a hand on my stomach, his touch gentle, almost reverent. “You’re the only one I’ve ever said it to.”

  His words are simple, but they make something in me twist—a mix of gratitude and vulnerability. I place my hand over his, holding it there, and for a moment, we stand in silence.

  “How are you feeling?” he asks after a beat, his tone soft.

  I glance down at his hand on my stomach. It feels natural now, his presence, his touch. The worries I had in the beginning—about the pregnancy, about us, about the future—seem distant now. But they’re still there, lingering just beneath the surface.

  “I’m… okay,” I say, my voice quiet. “It’s different. But I’m okay.”

  He nods, as if he understands. “Good. We’ll get through this together.”

  The words are simple, but they’re everything I need to hear. And in that moment, with his hand on my belly and his promise in the air, I let myself believe it. We will get through this.

  ~~~

  Apolloh and I step out of the room, his hand still resting lightly on my back, guiding me through the hallway. The air is filled with the soft hum of conversation and laughter, and I can hear the excited chatter ahead. It’s not just the usual Pack gathering today; it’s something different. Something that’s meant to celebrate the life we’re about to welcome into the world.

  I glance at Apolloh, a soft smile tugging at my lips. I know we’re running late, but the sight of the decorations and the bustle ahead makes me feel something new—something that almost makes the nervousness I feel about this whole thing fade into the background.

  “Do you think they’ll have enough food?” I ask, my voice teasing, though there’s a trace of anxiety I can’t quite hide.

  Apolloh chuckles, his thumb brushing over my hand where it rests on his arm. “I’m sure they’ll have plenty. You’ve been craving just about everything lately.”

  I roll my eyes, but the lightheartedness of the moment is exactly what I need. We pass a few more Pack members who smile and wave at us, all of them clearly aware of the occasion. The closer we get to the gathering, the more the energy in the air shifts from the usual weight of responsibility to something warmer, lighter. I don’t know how to describe it—it’s like everyone here is holding their breath in anticipation for what’s to come.

  We finally reach the large room where the celebration is happening, and I pause at the doorway, taking it all in. Colorful decorations are strung up around the room, and tables are laden with food—fruit, cakes, pastries, and an assortment of dishes that make my stomach growl, though I’m not sure I can fit much more food in there.

  The pups are running around the room, too, their energy infectious. I catch sight of Luna, the little one from earlier, darting between tables with a few others, her tail wagging furiously as she plays with a small toy that looks like it was handmade.

  Apolloh steps forward, taking my hand as he gently leads me into the room. The attention shifts toward us immediately, everyone quieting for a moment.

  There’s a beat of silence, and then the room bursts into applause, the energy shifting from subdued to jubilant. It’s not just the baby shower. It’s a celebration of me. Of us.

  I feel my cheeks flush at the attention, but Apolloh squeezes my hand and steps up to stand beside me, his presence steady, grounding. He looks so at ease in this environment—like he’s done this a thousand times before. And maybe he has. He’s always been a leader, a protector. But today, there’s something different in his eyes when he looks at me. It’s softer. More personal.

  “I thought you two would never show up!” Zia calls out from across the room, her voice laced with playful frustration. She waves us over, her grin wide.

  I laugh, the tension in my chest easing just a bit. The pups charge past us, but I barely notice as I walk toward Zia. She’s beaming, and her excitement is palpable.

  “Don’t mind her,” Zia says, nodding to the table of food. “We’ve got all your favorites ready. You deserve to indulge.”

  “Thanks,” I say softly, though a part of me still feels awkward. I’ve never been the center of attention, especially not like this. But there’s something comforting about it, too. Something about being surrounded by these people, by the Pack, who have become more like family than anything else.

  “You’re doing well, Laika,” Zia adds, her tone gentle, like she’s speaking to me as a friend, not just the Luna. “You’ve come a long way.”

  I smile at her, nodding, but before I can respond, the pups rush back over, demanding attention. One of them pulls at my sleeve, while another tugs at Apolloh’s pants. Laughter fills the room as the chaos resumes, and for a moment, it feels like everything is exactly as it should be.

  “Alright, alright,” I say, squatting down to greet the little ones. “I’m here. What do you need?”

  Apolloh stands beside me, his hand resting on my back once more. “You’re their Luna now. They expect a lot from you.”

  I roll my eyes, but there’s a warmth in my chest that makes everything feel… right. And as I look around the room at all the familiar faces—those who have become my family in this strange new life—I realize something. This might not be the life I expected, but it’s the life I’ve chosen. And right now, surrounded by people who care, by a mate who loves me, it feels like the best decision I’ve ever made.

  As I stand up from greeting the pups, Apolloh’s hand finds its way back to my lower back, his touch gentle yet reassuring. I’m starting to get used to how natural it feels to be with him, to share moments like this with someone who truly understands me.

  The room continues to buzz with conversation, and for a moment, I lose myself in the comfort of it all. The laughter, the chatter, the happiness—it all seems so far removed from everything we’ve been through, and yet it feels like a natural part of our lives now. A life I’m building with Apolloh, and with the Pack.

  But then, as I turn to grab a drink, a sudden flash of anxiety runs through me. Something that’s been there, quietly building in the back of my mind. The pups, their playful nature, reminds me of the little one growing inside me. What kind of parent will I be? I can’t shake the question, no matter how hard I try.

  Apolloh must sense the change in my demeanor because he’s at my side instantly, his voice low, just for me. “What’s going through that head of yours?”

  I look up at him, startled by the concern in his eyes. He always seems to know when something’s off, even when I don’t want to admit it. I don’t have to answer right away. He’s patient, waiting for me to speak when I’m ready.

  “I just… I’ve never really thought about being a parent,” I admit, the words escaping before I can stop them. “And now… now it feels like everything’s about to change. What if I’m not enough? What if I mess it up?”

  Apolloh’s face softens, and he takes my hand in his, guiding me toward one of the quieter corners of the room, away from the noise and chaos. Once there, he stands in front of me, his hands resting lightly on my shoulders.

  “You’ve been more than enough for me. And I know you’ll be the same for our pup. I’ve seen how you care for those around you, for the Pack. You’re already a protector, a guide. You’ll know how to be the mother they need.”

  I swallow, his words settling deep into my chest, grounding me. His faith in me—it’s a constant, unwavering thing that I didn’t realize I needed until now.

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  “Thank you,” I whisper, voice thick with emotion. “I didn’t know I needed to hear that.”

  Apolloh smiles, his eyes soft, sincere. “I’ll be right there with you, every step of the way. And if you need anything, just ask.”

  The weight in my chest eases a little, the uncertainty beginning to fade. The truth is, I don’t know what the future holds, but I know one thing for certain—I don’t have to face it alone.

  Just as I start to relax, a sharp yip breaks through the air. One of the pups has taken it upon themselves to pull a small cloth off the table and dart away with it. Laughter erupts again as the chaos resumes.

  I look at Apolloh, smiling despite myself. “Guess I’d better get back to it.”

  “Seems like you’re the only one who can keep them in line,” he says with a teasing grin.

  “I’m the Luna now, remember?” I wink, before turning back to the pups.

  Apolloh follows me, his hand never leaving my back, guiding me as I bend down—again, a little more awkwardly this time—to retrieve the rogue pup, who’s happily playing with the cloth like it’s the greatest treasure in the world. Laughter fills the air again as I playfully wrestle the cloth away from them.

  As the last of the playful chaos settles down, a soft voice cuts through the noise. It’s Zia, standing at the front of the room with a wide grin on her face, holding a glass of something sparkling in one hand.

  “Alright, everyone!” she calls, and the room gradually quiets, the anticipation building. “It’s time to kick off the celebration!”

  A cheer goes up from the crowd, and I can’t help but smile at the energy in the room. There’s something special about this moment, something I never thought I’d experience.

  “The food’s ready,” Zia continues, her eyes sparkling. “But before we dig in, I think it’s time to officially celebrate our Luna—and the little one who’ll soon join us!”

  She raises her glass, and the rest of the Pack follows suit, lifting their drinks in unison. Apolloh’s hand stays lightly on my lower back as we stand together, taking it all in.

  “To Laika,” Zia says with a nod to me. “And to the baby who’ll bring even more joy to this Pack. May your journey into parenthood be filled with love, laughter, and good fortune.”

  “To Laika!” the Pack echoes, their voices loud and full of affection.

  I feel the warmth in my chest, the overwhelming sense of belonging that I haven’t felt in a long time. It’s strange how much I’ve changed since coming here. How much this Pack has come to mean to me. And how much Apolloh, my mate, has become my anchor.

  “To the little one,” Apolloh says, turning to me, his voice soft yet firm. His hand slides from my back to my belly, just above the curve where our baby is growing. His touch is gentle, reverent.

  The room falls silent for a moment as everyone follows his lead, their gazes softening as they take in the bond between us. The air feels thick with love and hope, a perfect moment suspended in time.

  Then, as if on cue, the chatter picks up again, and the sound of chairs scraping against the floor fills the room as everyone eagerly gathers around the tables laden with food.

  Apolloh leads me over to the food table, his hand still resting protectively on my back. The spread before us is impressive—everything from fresh fruits to baked goods to savory meats, all beautifully arranged. My stomach growls at the sight of it, and I can’t help but laugh at the reminder that I’m constantly hungry these days.

  “I’ll get you whatever you want,” Apolloh says, eyes twinkling as he watches me eye the pastries. “No need to worry about a thing.”

  “I think I’ve already decided,” I say with a grin, reaching for a plate and piling it high with fruits, savory snacks, and a few of the pastries I’ve been craving.

  “I swear, you’re going to eat us out of house and home,” he teases, but there’s affection in his voice.

  The laughter around us continues as the Pack digs into the food, but it’s all background noise to me now. My focus is on the moment, on the feeling of peace and belonging that fills me, so much so that it’s almost overwhelming. I glance at Apolloh, who’s smiling as he fills his own plate, and for the first time in a long while, I feel truly at ease.

  Once we’ve both filled our plates, we find a seat near the front, where the gifts for the baby have been neatly stacked.

  The scent of the food and the warmth of the celebration create a comfortable atmosphere, and we settle in to enjoy the meal before the real fun begins.

  ~~~

  “Well,” Zia announces from across the room, her voice carrying, “now that we’ve all eaten, it’s time to open the gifts! Who’s ready to see what little one will be spoiled with first?”

  A cheer rises again, this one more excited, and the energy in the room shifts from the simple joy of sharing food to the anticipation of what’s to come. I lean back in my chair for a moment, my hands resting gently on my growing belly, as Apolloh shifts closer, his attention fully on me now.

  “Ready for this?” he asks with a playful grin.

  I laugh, nudging him with my shoulder. “I guess we have no choice.”

  “True,” he says, but there’s a warmth in his gaze that makes everything feel right.

  The next few minutes are filled with laughter and teasing as the gifts are opened. A pile of blankets, tiny clothes, soft toys—all of it feels like a dream. As each new gift is presented, I can’t help but feel a little overwhelmed by the love and care that everyone has put into it. It’s a strange thing to feel so loved, to know that this Pack sees me not just as their Luna, but as someone worthy of this celebration, of their support.

  ~~~

  The last gift is opened, and the room is filled with soft chuckles and murmurs of appreciation. Blankets, soft toys, and clothes now lie scattered around the table. There’s a warmth in my chest that hasn’t left since the beginning of the celebration, but now, as the chatter quiets, I find myself looking around, wondering what’s next.

  Zia clears her throat, her voice carrying across the room. “Alright, everyone. There’s one more gift. A very special one.”

  I glance around, confusion spreading across my face. I thought that was it. Was there something I missed? But before I can voice the question, Apolloh’s hand suddenly rests gently on my shoulder. I turn to him, a slight frown on my face.

  “What’s this?” I ask, raising an eyebrow, though I can’t stop the smile tugging at my lips.

  He doesn’t answer right away. Instead, I feel his presence shift, and I turn just in time to see him kneeling before me. My heart skips a beat, and a gasp escapes my lips.

  The room goes silent for a moment, all eyes on us.

  In Apolloh’s hand is a small, velvet box. He opens it, revealing a simple yet beautiful ring, the kind that seems small in appearance but holds a significance that hits me deep in my chest.

  My breath catches in my throat as his gaze meets mine, soft but intense.

  “Laika,” he begins, his voice low, steady, and filled with such emotion that it sends a shiver down my spine. “Will you officially become my Luna? Will you spend the rest of your days with me, as my equal, my mate, my partner, forever?”

  The room around us is still, as if holding its breath. All I can hear is the steady beat of my heart, pounding in my chest, the weight of his words sinking deep inside me.

  My eyes search his, the love and adoration in his gaze undeniable. I glance down at the ring, my fingers instinctively brushing the smooth surface of the box. A lump forms in my throat, and I feel the sting of tears threatening to spill over.

  “I… I don’t know what to say,” I whisper, my voice thick with emotion. “I never imagined…”

  His smile widens as he gently takes my hand, guiding it toward the ring. “You don’t have to say anything. Just say yes.”

  For a long moment, I stand frozen, caught between the overwhelming weight of the question and the depth of everything we’ve been through. I never imagined I’d be standing here like this, not in a million years. And yet, here I am, surrounded by the Pack I’ve come to love, with Apolloh at my side, offering me a future I never thought I’d have.

  I take a deep breath, my hand trembling slightly as I bring it to rest over his.

  “Yes,” I say, barely above a whisper, but it feels like the most certain thing I’ve ever said in my life. “Yes, I’ll be your Luna. I’ll spend the rest of my days with you.”

  The room erupts in cheers, the sound of joyous applause filling the air. I feel Apolloh’s arms wrap around me, pulling me close as the cheers continue, his lips brushing softly against my forehead.

  “We’ll make this official soon, but right now,” he whispers, “I’ll always be yours.”

  The Pack gathers around us, their cheers a background to the overwhelming rush of love that floods through me. I can’t stop the smile that spreads across my face, and for the first time in so long, I feel the weight of everything we’ve been through lift, replaced by something far stronger: a future built on trust, love, and the promise of forever.

  The room still vibrates with the echoes of cheers and applause, but all I can hear is the rhythmic beat of my heart, racing in my chest. Apolloh’s arms tighten around me, and I feel his warmth spread through me, a steady comfort that soothes the swirling emotions inside me.

  For a long moment, we just stay like that—his face buried in the crook of my neck, his presence enveloping me like a shield. The weight of everything we’ve been through, everything that’s to come, seems to fade into the background, leaving only this small, perfect moment where nothing else matters. It’s just him and me, together.

  I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding, resting my forehead against his.

  “This is really happening,” I whisper, almost to myself. “We’re really here.”

  “Yes,” Apolloh replies, his voice deep, steady, and filled with conviction. “This is just the beginning.”

  His words settle over me like a promise, and I hold onto them as though they could carry me through anything life throws our way. I know we’ll face challenges, and I know there will be hard times ahead. But in this moment, with the warmth of the Pack surrounding us and the soft glow of love and happiness filling the air, I can’t imagine anything tearing this apart.

  “Thank you,” I murmur, my hand resting gently on his chest, just over his heart. “For everything.”

  “You don’t need to thank me,” he says softly, his thumb brushing against my cheek. “You’re everything to me.”

  And for a moment, I can’t find the words to respond. My chest is full, my heart brimming with all the love I’ve never known I could feel. There’s nothing else in the world but us right now. It’s like time itself has slowed, giving us a few extra seconds, just for us.

  But slowly, the sound of the room around us begins to drift back in—Zia’s laughter, the clink of glasses, the familiar chatter of the Pack. The spell breaks, and I reluctantly pull away from Apolloh, though his hand still lingers on my back, guiding me back to the present.

  “We should go join them,” I say, though I can feel the reluctance in my voice.

  Apolloh nods, but not before pressing one last kiss to my lips, a soft, lingering gesture that makes my heart flutter. It’s gentle, filled with so much unspoken love, and for a moment, it feels like the world around us vanishes.

  “We will. But not yet,” he whispers, his breath warm against my skin.

  For a moment, I let myself simply exist in his embrace. We don’t need to rush. Not yet. This moment is ours.

  But finally, the moment slips away, and we turn to face the celebrations. The Pack gathers around the gift table, the last of the presents already opened. Laughter fills the air, the atmosphere warm and relaxed now that the tension has faded. I can hear the clink of plates, the soft murmur of voices, and the occasional burst of laughter.

  Zia steps forward once more, a bright smile on her face as she looks between Apolloh and me. “Alright, alright, everyone,” she calls out, raising her glass one last time. “Let’s give our Luna and Apolloh a round of applause for their engagement. It’s official now!”

  The crowd erupts in more cheers, and I can’t stop the blush that rises to my cheeks, my hand instinctively moving to my belly. It feels surreal, the weight of everything shifting into something new. This is what I’ve been craving, this feeling of belonging and love.

  As the noise quiets down, Zia continues, her voice still full of energy. “Now, let’s finish off this celebration! More food, more drink, and let’s party! We have plenty of time to enjoy each other’s company.”

  The tension in the air is finally gone, replaced with the warmth of laughter and love. The rest of the celebration unfolds in a blur of food, drink, and shared stories. Everyone is in good spirits, and it’s almost hard to keep up with the flow of it all. Every now and then, my gaze drifts to Apolloh, and the connection between us feels even deeper than before.

  ~~~

  As the night stretches on, the atmosphere shifts from joyous celebration to a more relaxed, intimate kind of gathering. The energy starts to ebb, the laughter softening, and the last of the food and drink is enjoyed. Slowly, the Pack begins to disperse, one by one, their faces still lit with smiles as they depart for the night.

  Apolloh and I, along with Zia and Jaxe, remain in the warmth of the gathering, lingering by the firelight as the others make their way out. The flames crackle, casting a soft glow over the room, and I can feel the lingering sense of joy from the evening settling in my chest.

  Zia, with her ever-present energy, raises her glass once more, a final toast to the night. “You two,” she begins with a knowing smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “You’re going to have the most beautiful life together. I can feel it. And Laika, you’re going to make the most amazing Luna.”

  Her voice is full of love, but it also carries the weight of deep respect. Zia’s always had a way of making every word feel meaningful.

  I smile, the warmth of her words filling me with an overwhelming sense of gratitude. “Thank you, Zia. You’ve always been there for me.”

  “Of course,” Zia replies softly, a knowing smile crossing her face. She stands up and pulls out a small, beautifully wrapped box. “Now, this isn’t just any gift,” she says with a teasing grin, holding the box toward me. “This is something for your journey ahead. To remind you of who you are, where you came from, and who you’ll always be.”

  I take the box, my fingers brushing against the soft paper. There’s something personal in her words, something deeper than just the gift itself. With a mix of curiosity and excitement, I carefully unwrap it, revealing a pendant inside—a silver crescent moon wrapped around a small stone, polished and smooth. It shimmers in the dim light, and I can feel the history and meaning behind it.

  Zia watches as I hold it up, a soft smile on her lips. “This was my mother’s. It’s passed down through generations of the strong, bold women of the Pack. And now it’s yours. A reminder of strength, of legacy, and of your place here, with us.”

  I can’t help but feel tears prick at my eyes. “I… I don’t know what to say.”

  “You don’t have to say anything, Laika,” Zia says with a gentle smile. “Just wear it, and know that we’re all with you. Always.”

  I nod, my chest tight with emotion, and carefully place the pendant around my neck, feeling the weight of its significance settle against my skin.

  Next, Jaxe steps forward, holding something in his hand. His usual playful demeanor is softer now, but his eyes still shine with mischief. “Now, Apolloh,” he says, holding out the small package toward him, “I’ve got something for you, too. You’re not getting off without a gift, man.”

  Apolloh takes the box from him, smiling warmly at his old friend. “You didn’t have to, Jaxe.”

  “Oh, I know,” Jaxe replies with a chuckle. “But you’ll thank me later.”

  Apolloh opens the box, and inside is a beautifully carved wooden wolf figurine, intricately detailed and perfectly shaped. Its eyes, though made of wood, seem to have a lifelike intensity to them.

  “This was made by my father,” Jaxe explains, his voice quieter now, as if the weight of the moment presses on him too. “It’s for protection, for strength. A reminder that we’re Pack, no matter where you are or what happens. It’s yours, Apolloh. Take it with you.”

  Apolloh’s fingers trace the carved figure, and I can see the appreciation in his eyes as he looks at Jaxe. “Thank you, Jaxe. This means a lot.”

  “No problem, man,” Jaxe replies with a smile, his usual playful nature returning. “It’s yours now.”

  The four of us stand there for a moment, a silence hanging between us—comfortable, filled with meaning, and a little bittersweet as the last of the Pack departs.

  Zia and Jaxe exchange one last round of congratulations and warm wishes before they finally take their leave. Zia gives me one last hug, whispering, “Take care of yourself. You’ve got a lot of love surrounding you now. Don’t ever forget that.”

  Jaxe claps Apolloh on the back. “Looking forward to seeing the two of you settle in together. You’ve got this.”

  With that, they’re gone, leaving Apolloh and me in the quiet of the night.

  I stand for a moment, taking in everything—the gifts, the love, the weight of what’s to come. The night feels calm, peaceful, and full of potential.

  Apolloh turns to me, a soft smile on his lips. “You okay?”

  I nod, my hand resting over the pendant Zia gave me, the weight of it grounding me. “Yeah. Just… just a little overwhelmed.”

  He reaches for my hand, his fingers intertwining with mine. “Good things are ahead for us, Laika. I promise you that. We’ll face it all together.”

  I smile at him, the overwhelming sense of love and safety flooding me once again. This is where I belong. And no matter what the future holds, I know we’ll make it through.

  After the last of the guests have left and the night starts to settle into a peaceful quiet, Apolloh and I gather the baby gifts. I pick up the small pile of blankets and clothes from the couch, my fingers brushing over the soft fabrics. There’s something tender about how carefully the gifts have been given—each one wrapped with love, each item a small promise of what’s to come.

  Apolloh gathers the larger items, the baby furniture and wooden toys that will one day fill the nursery. He looks at me with a warm smile, clearly still processing the incredible emotions of the day. I can feel the same warmth in my chest. Tonight felt like something we’ll remember forever.

  “Let’s get these to the room,” he says softly, lifting the pile of gifts in his arms. He walks ahead, the quiet weight of the moment settling between us.

  We make our way back to our room, the soft light of the candles casting shadows along the stone walls. When we enter, the room is calm and still, the fire in the hearth flickering low, casting a golden glow.

  I place the soft blankets on the bed, looking at the gifts strewn across the room. Each one a token of care, of excitement for the new life we’re about to bring into the world.

  Apolloh sets the larger gifts by the window, where they’ll wait for the morning. His gaze lingers on me, his expression soft and filled with that tenderness I’ve come to cherish. “We’ll need to make some room in here for all of this,” he muses quietly, his voice thick with both exhaustion and affection.

  I nod, a smile tugging at the corner of my lips. “We will. But I think we can figure it out.”

  After we settle the gifts in place, Apolloh steps toward the bed, his eyes softening. “Are you ready to sleep?”

  I stretch, feeling the tension leave my muscles. The night has been long, but in the best way. I’m content, and I know that tomorrow is just another step forward for us.

  “I think I am,” I say with a small laugh. “It’s been… a lot.”

  He chuckles, a warm, low sound. “Yeah, I know what you mean.”

  We finally slip beneath the covers, the soft sheets enveloping us. Apolloh pulls me close, his arms wrapping around me protectively. I rest my head against his chest, hearing the steady beat of his heart, and for a moment, I let myself fully relax into his embrace.

  “I can’t believe we’re really here,” I murmur, the words almost slipping out before I realize it.

  Apolloh’s fingers gently brush through my hair, his touch comforting. “We’ve been through a lot to get here. And we’ll keep going, no matter what.”

  “I know,” I whisper. “But… I’m ready. For all of it.”

  The warmth of his presence lulls me into a peaceful calm, and I close my eyes, feeling the steady rhythm of Apolloh’s breathing against me. The future feels uncertain, but in his arms, I know we can face whatever comes.

  And as the world outside grows quiet, I let myself drift to sleep, surrounded by love, peace, and the quiet assurance that everything is exactly as it should be.

  ~~~

  The morning light filters gently through the window, casting soft rays across the room. I stir, waking slowly from the deep, restful sleep I hadn’t realized I needed so badly. Apolloh’s steady breathing beside me reminds me of the comfort I’ve come to rely on.

  As I start to shift, I hear a soft knock on the door before it opens slightly. Kira steps inside, her familiar smile lighting up the room. She’s already dressed for the day, her energy as calm and composed as always.

  “Good morning, Laika,” she says softly, her voice gentle. “How are you feeling?”

  I sit up slowly, stretching as I feel the slight weight of my growing belly. “Morning, Kira. I’m doing okay, just a little tired. How’s everything?”

  She steps further into the room, her eyes scanning me with the care of someone who’s known me through the ups and downs. “You’re looking well,” she says with a knowing glance. “But I thought I might help you with something, if you’re up for it.”

  I raise an eyebrow, curious. “What do you mean?”

  Without a word, Kira sets a small basket down on the side table beside me. “I brought some herbs and teas,” she says, her hands reaching for a small vial of dried leaves. “Something to help with the morning discomfort. You’ve been through a lot lately, Laika, and I know that the pregnancy’s starting to show more. It can be hard.”

  I nod, grateful for her quiet understanding. “I didn’t even realize how much I needed it until now.”

  She prepares a mixture of herbs and hot water in a cup, the soft scent of mint and lavender rising from the steam. “This should help settle your stomach, ease the tension in your body,” she says as she hands me the warm cup. “It’s important to take care of yourself, especially now.”

  I take the cup gratefully, feeling the warmth seep into my hands. “Thank you, Kira. You’re always looking out for me.”

  She smiles, her expression soft and reassuring. “Of course. You’ve been through a lot, Laika. You don’t have to do everything on your own.”

  I sip the tea slowly, feeling the tension in my shoulders start to ease as the warmth settles into my chest. Kira watches me for a moment, her gaze calm, but there’s an unspoken understanding between us.

  “I can help with whatever you need today,” she says. “If you want to rest, or if you need anything else, I’m here.”

  A warmth spreads through me at her words, and I take a deep breath, the soothing effects of the tea already working its magic. “I think I’ll rest for a bit. But it means a lot to have you here.”

  Kira nods, placing the herbs and the basket nearby. She pauses for a moment, her hands gently resting on the edge of the table before she speaks again, her voice quieter this time. “You’re not alone in this, Laika. You’ve got me, and you’ve got Apolloh. And when the time comes, you’ll be a wonderful mother.”

  I smile, feeling my heart swell with appreciation. “Thank you, Kira. I can’t tell you how much that means to me.”

  With a final, reassuring smile, Kira nods and quietly steps out of the room, leaving me with a sense of calm that I hadn’t realized I was craving.

  I look down at the small cup in my hands, the steam rising in slow spirals. The warmth of the tea, the comfort of the room, and the gentle presence of my friends and Apolloh are all a reminder of how far I’ve come—and how much further I’m ready to go.

  ~~~

  As Kira leaves, I sit back in the bed, the warmth from the tea slowly spreading through me. The room feels peaceful now, quiet except for the soft sounds of birds outside the window. My gaze falls on Apolloh, still asleep beside me, his strong form peaceful and relaxed. I watch him for a moment, his chest rising and falling with each breath, and for the first time in a long while, I feel a deep sense of contentment settle within me.

  The life we’re building together—this family—is real now. There’s no more uncertainty about the future. It feels like everything is coming together, slowly but surely.

  I glance at the gifts from last night, now piled neatly beside the bed. My fingers lightly trace the soft blanket Zia gave me, and I feel an overwhelming surge of love and gratitude. For all the tumult we’ve faced, this moment, right here, is one of calm, of love, of hope.

  But then, the reality of the morning starts to creep in. I can feel the familiar aches and heaviness of my body reminding me that this isn’t just a time of peace—it’s also a time of transition, of change.

  I set the cup down on the table beside the bed and slip out of the covers carefully, making sure not to disturb Apolloh’s peaceful sleep. The cool morning air kisses my skin as I move, stretching and shaking off the drowsiness. The day is only beginning, but I can already feel the excitement building again—there’s so much to do. So many things to prepare for.

  I make my way to the window, the gentle light of the morning spilling across the land, the trees swaying in the breeze. Everything feels alive.

  As I stand there, I hear a soft rustle behind me. Apolloh stirs, his voice husky from sleep. “Laika? You awake?”

  I turn to see him propped up on his elbow, his sleepy eyes locking with mine. There’s a softness in his expression that makes my heart flutter. “Yeah,” I answer, giving him a smile. “I just… needed a moment.”

  He pushes himself up, stretching and then rubbing his eyes. “I know the feeling. Are you okay?”

  I walk back toward him, the warmth of his presence pulling me closer. “Yeah. I’m good. Just thinking about everything… you know? It feels like there’s so much to prepare for, but it’s all so exciting.”

  He reaches out, pulling me gently into his arms, his hands settling protectively over my stomach. The simple touch feels like a promise, a comfort. “We’ll take it one step at a time, Laika. Together. We’ll do everything we need to. And we’ll be ready for whatever comes next.”

  I nod, my heart swelling with his words. “I know. I’m not afraid anymore. Not with you by my side.”

  We stay like that for a moment, just holding each other. The world outside continues on, but here, in this quiet room, it feels like time stands still, and nothing else matters but the two of us.

  Finally, I pull away, my fingers brushing against his face. “But we do need to start preparing. There’s a lot to get ready for.”

  Apolloh chuckles softly. “Don’t worry. We’ll figure it all out. And you’re not doing this alone. You’ve got me. And the Pack. We’re all in this together.”

  I smile at him, feeling a deep, grounding sense of peace settle within me. “I know. And I’m ready.”

  ~~~

  Later that day, the sun has moved higher in the sky, and the air feels warmer, the kind of warmth that makes everything seem more relaxed, more peaceful. Apolloh and I walk through the quiet grounds, the gentle breeze rustling the trees around us. The world feels alive and full of promise, the kind of feeling you only get when everything is right.

  As we stroll, I spot the pups again, but this time, they’ve shifted into their human forms. They’re sitting in a small cluster near the shade of a tree, chatting amongst themselves with their legs crossed, the tail-like energy of youth still present but in a more subdued way. Their features are still youthful, their eyes wide with curiosity as they notice us walking toward them.

  Apolloh leans toward me, his voice low. “They’ve really started to settle into their human forms now.”

  I nod, smiling at the sight of them. The pups seem to take a moment to watch us, their eyes bright with that same innocence. Slowly, they start to rise, stretching as they come closer, the joy and wonder of youth still evident in their every movement.

  I stop, letting them approach, squatting carefully down so as not to strain myself with the growing bump. The little ones crowd around me, their small hands reaching out, fingers brushing against my belly with an innocent curiosity.

  “Do you think they know?” I ask, glancing up at Apolloh with a smile as the first pup, a young girl with golden hair, steps forward. She places both of her hands carefully on my stomach, her brow furrowing slightly as she feels the slight movement inside.

  Apolloh watches with a fond smile, his arms crossed. “I think they do. They’re more aware than we give them credit for.”

  One by one, the pups gather around, each of them placing their hands on my belly, some gently prodding, others more curious, trying to understand what’s inside. Their wide eyes seem to reflect a kind of wonder—like they’re beginning to understand what’s about to change. The small girl with golden hair looks up at me, her voice soft as she asks, “Can we feel the baby?”

  I smile, nodding. “Of course. Just be gentle.”

  The girl’s small fingers press lightly against my bump, and a few moments later, another boy, this one with dark hair and mischievous eyes, takes his turn. The others follow suit, each of them carefully touching the bump, their faces lighting up with silent joy. It’s as if they’ve discovered something new, something magical. Their innocence makes my heart swell.

  “Do you think the baby can hear us?” the dark-haired boy asks, his voice filled with wonder.

  I laugh softly, a warm feeling washing over me. “Maybe. They’ll be able to hear you soon enough.”

  A few of the others take turns sitting next to me, some leaning against my legs, others watching the scene unfold with wide eyes. They sit close, all of them in a loose circle around me as I talk softly to them, letting them feel the baby’s tiny movements, the little shifts in my stomach.

  Apolloh stands close by, his gaze lingering on the pups with a softness in his eyes. “They’re like little sponges,” he murmurs, his voice a quiet reflection. “Absorbing everything.”

  I glance up at him, smiling as I feel the warmth of the moment. “They’ll make great big siblings,” I say, my voice filled with affection for both the pups and the one growing inside me.

  He smiles back, stepping closer to wrap his arm around my shoulders, his hand gently resting on my stomach. “I have no doubt.”

  The pups linger a little longer, content and peaceful, each of them lost in their own thoughts, their faces bright with joy as they sit by me, watching the world unfold in their own little way. It’s a quiet, beautiful moment, full of soft laughter and the kind of peace I never expected to feel again.

  Finally, as the sun begins to dip lower in the sky, casting a warm orange glow across the land, the pups shift back into their more playful selves. They run off, their energy no longer contained, and I watch them go, my heart full. There’s something about this moment—something about seeing them, feeling the excitement in the air—that makes everything feel so real, so certain.

  Apolloh and I share a glance, both of us quietly content. And for the first time in a long time, I let myself fully embrace the joy of it all.

  As the pups disappear into the distance, their laughter and playfulness still lingering in the air, I take a deep breath, letting the peace of the moment wash over me. The warmth of the sun, the scent of fresh earth, the gentle breeze—it all feels perfect. Almost too perfect.

  I lean back, closing my eyes for a brief moment, feeling Apolloh’s hand gently resting on my back. I don’t have to look at him to know he’s watching me, the way his gaze always seems to settle on me with a kind of quiet intensity, as if he’s always paying attention, always there.

  “I’m glad we did this,” I say, my voice soft as I speak, more to myself than to him. The peacefulness of the moment feels so fragile, like it could slip away if I let my guard down. But right now, I want to savor it. I want to hold onto this feeling, to bury it deep inside, knowing it might be one of the last times we get to truly breathe easy.

  “Me too,” Apolloh murmurs, his voice close to my ear. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be right now.”

  His words are like a promise, a reminder of everything we’ve been through. A reminder that, no matter what the future holds, we have this moment. Together.

  But even as I allow myself to feel that peace, there’s something lurking in the back of my mind. A feeling, deep in my gut, that this serenity won’t last forever. Something is coming. I can feel it, like a distant storm on the horizon.

  I pull away slightly, meeting his eyes, searching his face for any sign of concern, any hint that he feels the same unease. But there’s nothing—just the quiet, steady reassurance I’ve come to know in him.

  “What are you thinking?” he asks, his voice gentle, as if he knows I’m lost in my own thoughts.

  I hesitate for a moment, my mind drifting to everything that’s happened—everything that’s still unknown. “I’m just… I don’t know,” I say slowly. “It’s hard to shake this feeling that we’re not done yet. That something’s still coming.”

  He’s quiet for a moment, his hand moving to my stomach, gently tracing the curve of my bump. His touch is soothing, but it doesn’t fully quiet the unease settling in my chest.

  “I don’t think we’re done either,” he finally admits, his voice low. “But whatever comes, we’ll face it together. And I’ll protect you, Laika. I promise.”

  I nod, though the knot in my stomach tightens at his words. “I know. I believe you. But… something feels different now. Like we’ve crossed a line. Maybe even more than we realized.”

  Apolloh looks out over the horizon, his brow furrowing as though he’s contemplating the same thing. “I feel it too,” he says quietly. “But we’ve faced worse. And we’ll keep facing it. Together.”

  I want to believe him. I want to wrap myself in that certainty, to let it drown out the whisper of doubt. But there’s something in the air, something not quite right, and I can’t shake the feeling that everything we’ve worked for is about to be tested in ways we haven’t even imagined.

  The sun has almost set now, casting long shadows across the land, the golden light slowly fading into twilight. Apolloh and I stand side by side, watching the sky change color, the peaceful quiet of the moment settling around us. It’s hard to believe how much has happened in such a short time, how much we’ve been through—and how much still lies ahead.

  “I don’t want to ruin this,” I murmur, half to myself, the weight of everything pulling at me.

  Apolloh shifts closer, his arm brushing mine as he looks down at me. “You’re not ruining anything, Laika. We’re still here, still standing. That’s what matters.”

  I smile at him, but the heaviness in my chest remains. There’s a tension in the air now, a feeling that something is shifting beneath the surface. It’s not that I’m not grateful for this moment—because I am, more than I can say—it’s just that I can’t ignore the sense of urgency growing in me, the pull of something… darker.

  “Sometimes I wonder if we’re just waiting,” I admit, my voice barely above a whisper.

  “Waiting for what?”

  I hesitate before answering, my eyes tracing the edge of the forest, the shadows seeming to stretch long and threatening. “For everything to change. Again.”

  Apolloh’s face hardens slightly, his jaw tightening. He knows, like I do, that there’s no escaping it—that sense of inevitable change, the kind that comes when things are finally starting to settle into place. I can feel it, too, in the way the world around us has grown quiet, in the way the wind seems to hold its breath.

  “We’ll be ready,” he says, his voice steady, though I can hear the edge of concern beneath it. “Whatever it is, we’ll face it head-on. Together.”

  I nod, drawing strength from his words, but the knot in my stomach doesn’t loosen. For a moment, I wonder if it ever will.

  But before I can voice my concerns, there’s a sudden noise from the distance—a low growl, not quite from the woods, but close enough to send a chill running down my spine. Apolloh’s body stiffens instantly, his eyes narrowing as he looks toward the sound, his protective instincts kicking in.

  “What was that?” I ask, my voice barely a whisper.

  He doesn’t answer immediately, his focus solely on the horizon. I follow his gaze, but there’s nothing—only the fading light and the stillness of the land.

  “I’m not sure,” he mutters, his tone wary. “But I don’t like it.”

  The growl comes again, louder this time, unmistakably a warning, echoing through the trees. A warning of something—someone—nearby.

  Apolloh takes a step forward, his hand reaching instinctively for mine. “Stay close. Don’t move unless I tell you.”

  I don’t argue. We’ve been through too much to ignore the danger when it’s this close. My heart picks up its pace, my instincts telling me that whatever is out there is no coincidence. I can feel it in the air, a strange tension thickening, as though the earth itself is holding its breath.

  Apolloh tenses, his eyes scanning the trees. “We need to go back. Now.”

  But before we can move, there’s another growl—closer this time. And then… silence.

  We freeze. The world around us, so calm just moments ago, feels off now—unnaturally quiet, like the calm before the storm.

  And then, from the shadows of the trees, a figure steps forward. Tall, powerful, its silhouette dark against the fading light. The wolf’s eyes gleam, cold and predatory, locked on us.