Chapter 51

• The final three months passed in an absolute blur of rapid physical shifts and an overwhelming wave of nesting instinct that gripped the entire cabin. Carrying twin wolf pups during a accelerated six-month werewolf pregnancy meant my bump was expanding by the day, turning every trek across the living room into an athletic event—one that neither Ryder nor Dante allowed me to execute unassisted.
• The quiet mountain retreat quickly devolved into a staging ground for an absurd amount of baby gear.
• Because allowing the future Luna to shop in a crowded city centre was a security risk Dante refused to entertain, the boutiques came to us. Elite tailors and pack artisans delivered wooden crates packed to the brim with organic cottons, buttery soft leathers, and hand-woven cashmeres.