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• "Three pups?" Lysander repeated, his voice catching in his throat, eyes widening in disbelief. The words hung in the air between them, heavy and astonishing. He stared at the elderly healer as if waiting for her to chuckle and tell him it was a jest, but her lined face remained serene, kind, and serious.
• "Yes, Your Highness," the healer replied softly, bowing her head. "The Moon Goddess has blessed her with three lives." With that, she gathered her herbs and quietly exited the room, leaving a stunned Lysander behind.
• For a long moment, Lysander stood frozen, the weight of the news settling on his shoulders like an invisible mantle. Three pups. His heart hammered in his chest, both from joy and a sudden surge of protectiveness that made his wolf stir restlessly beneath his skin.