Victoria
Four Years Later
“Did he fall asleep?” Philip asked in my mind as I cradled our baby boy in my arms.
“Yes,” I smiled. We all were tired. The first days of a pup, an alpha one for the matter, were very exhausting.
I sighed in delightful tiredness as I looked at the blond ten-day-old pup in my arms, our little Rowan.
“I am very happy, but his cries wake me up even when we are in your form,” Reyna yawned in my mind.
“Momma, Daddy, can you tell me a story?” Our little girl, Monica, entered the nursery squealing. She was still adapting to her new role of a big sister.
“Shh, sweetie, your baby brother is sleeping,” Philip told her, scooping her in his arms. She blinked her big green eyes apologetically and pouted, “Sorry,” Monica tried to whisper.
“It’s okay
