(Annaliz)
The velvet ropes, strung with shimmering fairy lights, felt like a warm embrace as I stepped into the grand hall. Everyone was welcome from our pack to attend this beautiful celebration along with other friends from other packs. My stomach, a delightful, churning mix of excitement and nervousness, mirrored the buzz of anticipation in the air. This was it - Yadieliz, my mother, the former Lycan queen, was hosting a baby shower for me, a celebration of the life blossoming within me. Owen, my beloved husband, stood as my rock, a tower of unwavering support. His attentiveness was a balm, a soothing balm against the occasional wave of nausea, the relentless aches, the sheer exhaustion.
He took over the mundane tasks, from remembering to brew my favorite herbal tea to meticulously pl
