I delivered a healthy baby boy.
His tiny body was wrapped in the softest linen we had, his chest rising and falling gently as he rested against mine. His warmth, his scent—like wildflowers and something deeply wolf—filled me with a kind of peace I’d never known before. For one fleeting moment, all the chaos and pain that had filled my life felt worth it. This little pup, this miracle, was the product of love and war, of loss and survival.
But the peace didn’t last.
Beyond the thick stone walls of the palace, war had returned.
The Silverclaw pack led by the previous Alpha Damon, Damian’s estranged father, had stormed the gates. They came with the fury of those who had lost their legacy, determined to reclaim Damian's mother. And now, my father, the Lycan King, along with our loyal guard
