The anticipation builds with just a few days left until the grand celebration of the Winter Hunt. Initially, I told myself that I didn't care much about the opinions of the werewolves or the intricacies of the event. However, as I pour my heart and hard work into the preparations, a wave of nervousness and excitement washes over me. Hosting such an event is a new experience for me—one that I never thought I'd find myself navigating.

Back at the rebel camp, we threw celebrations, but they were humble affairs with minimal resources. Yet, the spirit of unity and camaraderie made each gathering feel grand and special. The contrast between those intimate gatherings and the looming grandeur of the upcoming event stirs a mix of emotions within me.

These werewolves still don't feel like "my people," and the realization that I'm still an outsider in their world gnaws at me. The unfamiliar dynamics, the unspoken rules—I worry about fitting in, about being accepted. The rebels were my family, a close-knit community where acceptance was a given. Here, in this world dominated by werewolves, it's a different story.

Thank the gods for Kiara. She has been my anchor, guiding me through every step of the preparation. Her support has been unwavering, a reassuring presence amid the uncertainties. With her by my side, I can feel less like an outsider and more like someone who belongs, at least for that night.

The prospect of hosting an event of this magnitude, where I'll be scrutinized by werewolves who may still view me with suspicion, is daunting. But having Kiara as a friend, someone I can count on, brings a sense of comfort. In the midst of the nerves and the fear of not belonging, I find solace in the friendship that transcends the boundaries of our different worlds.

The grand celebration of the Winter Hunt is tinged with excitement for me, especially at the prospect of seeing the other humans there. Our numbers may be overshadowed by the werewolves in attendance, but our mere presence carries a powerful message. It symbolizes change—a shift in the dynamics of this world that has long been dominated by werewolves. The very thought fills me with joy and hope.

The world is transforming, evolving into a place where humans are not relegated to second-class status. As I prepare to bring my children into this new reality, the prospect of a better world for them fills me with pride.They will not be looked down upon simply because their mother is human. It's a small yet significant step toward a future where acceptance and equality prevail.

I find myself proud of Rylan, the alpha king who, despite his cruelties, has shown a willingness to adapt and change. Together, we look toward our future, our family. The thought of our children growing up in a world that acknowledges their worth, regardless of their heritage, is a beacon of hope. In this moment of excitement and anticipation, I feel a deep sense of gratitude for the progress we've made and a renewed optimism for the path that lies ahead.

On my way to meet Kiara for tea, the anticipation and nerves about the upcoming event and impending motherhood swirl within me. As I enter the room and see her radiant smile, a wave of gratitude washes over me. She's been a pillar of support, not just for the event but also as we navigate the journey of becoming mothers.

"Everything will be fine, Aurora. You have prepared a wonderful event," she exclaims after we sit down, sensing my nerves. But I feel compelled to correct her, to acknowledge the partnership that has made this possible. "We have. This wouldn't be possible without your help, and I am forever grateful," I express, watching her smile in response.

Our conversation turns to a lighter topic—names. Kiara, ever the caring friend, asks about the names Rylan and I have considered for our children. I can't help but laugh, thinking about the countless discussions and disagreements Rylan and I have had on this matter. "We just can't seem to agree on names. But I believe that when we see our children for the first time, the right names will become clear," I share, a sense of optimism underlying my words.

As the conversation flows, Kiara opens up about her own dreams for her family. "Considering we have already been blessed with a daughter, I am hoping for her to have a sister. I have the perfect name for her, but I won't tell anyone yet, not even Caelum. I'm afraid I'll jinx it," she confides, her excitement palpable. I join in her laughter, appreciating the camaraderie and the shared journey we're on.

Kiara's presence, along with her adorable daughter Aster, has been a source of comfort and inspiration. Witnessing her navigate the joys and challenges of motherhood has been a valuable learning experience for me. In this moment, as we share our hopes and fears over tea, I feel a sense of readiness, knowing that I have a friend like Kiara by my side on this extraordinary journey.

In the midst of our lighthearted conversation about names, a sudden shift in Kiara's expression catches my attention. There's a momentary change, and then I hear a sound, akin to spilling water. Her gasp follows, and before I can comprehend the situation, she utters the words that fill the room with a different kind of excitement.

"My water just broke," she exclaims, and a surge of joy lights up her face. Instantly, a wide smile breaks across my own. This is it—the moment we've been anticipating.

With urgency, I call for my guards, whose reactions mirror a sense of preparedness more accustomed to news of an impending attack. The atmosphere in the room shifts as I instruct them to summon the doctor. Together, we help Kiara back to her room, the anticipation and excitement palpable in the air.

We navigate the corridors and the thrill of the impending arrival of Kiara's second child fills me with joy. The journey we've shared, from discussing names to the unexpected turn of events, is a testament to the unpredictable yet beautiful nature of motherhood. In this moment, surrounded by the hustle and bustle, I couldn't be more excited for Kiara and the imminent arrival of her newest family member.

As Kiara begins to experience contractions, both the doctor and Caelum rush into the room. Caelum's concern is evident as he rushes to her side, asking, "My love, are you alright?" Kiara, despite the obvious discomfort, responds with excitement, "I'm alright. Are you ready to meet your child?" The air in the room is charged with anticipation.

Feeling like an unintended intruder on their intimate moment, I decide that now, with Caelum and the doctor present, it's time for me to give them the privacy they deserve. I take Kiara's hand and express my well wishes, "Good luck. I know you will do amazing. I'll get out of your hair, but I want to meet the baby as soon as you'll allow me." I'm about to step away when Kiara tightens her grip on my hand.

"Uh uh. You are not going anywhere. You need to be ready for when this happens to you, so please stay. Don't worry; I've already done it, and I am a pro," she teases, her playful spirit shining through. I can't resist her insistence, and with a smile, I decide to stay by her side. The shared experience of motherhood has created a unique bond, and I'm grateful for the opportunity to offer support and witness the arrival of their new child.

Anticipation fills the air as Kiara successfully navigates through the final stages of labor. In the midst of the joyful chaos, I find myself multitasking—holding Kiara's hand while also stepping out to ensure Rylan remains calm and understanding about my absence.

After a few intense hours, the moment arrives. Kiara's final push is met with the melodic sounds of a baby's cries. It's a beautiful symphony, marking the arrival of a new life. The doctor proceeds to let Caelum cut the cord before presenting the precious bundle to Kiara.

"Congratulations, you have a healthy baby girl," the doctor announces, and a wave of emotions engulfs us. Tears well up in our eyes as we share the overwhelming joy. I step back, giving Kiara and Caelum the space to revel in their first moments as a family.

In the tender embrace of that moment, I hear Kiara whisper, "Hello, baby." Caelum showers both Kiara and the newborn with affectionate kisses. With adoration in his eyes, he asks the significant question, "What is her name, my love?" Kiara, filled with love and tenderness, mumbles a single word that carries the weight of their shared journey— "Azalea."

As Aster joins in the celebration of the newest addition to their extended family, the joy in the room is palpable. Congratulations and laughter fill the air, and my heart swells with happiness for Kiara and Caelum.

After sharing in this precious moment, I make my way back to Rylan in a daze, the memory of meeting the new baby still fresh in my mind. He greets me in the wing with a warm embrace, kissing my forehead. His words, expressing his dislike for being apart for even a short time, cause me to chuckle.

"It's been less than a day, and it was important," I playfully retort. Still wrapped in his embrace, I attempt to share my excitement about Kiara and Caelum's newborn. "Aren't you curious about the child?" I inquire, but his response reveals a truth about him.

"If I am being entirely honest, my love, the only children I have a personal connection to are our own," he admits, emphasizing the unique bond he has with our children. While I understand, I can't help but want him to extend that care to others, especially considering Caelum is his friend.

Attempting to bridge the gap, I share news about the new baby. "Well, their child is nearly the same age as ours, so they must become friends. It is a girl, by the way. Azalea," I reveal. Rylan gives a small smile and playfully teases, "Then perhaps she will be the mate of one of our children," eliciting a sigh from me.

"Come, you promised to eat," he says, leading me to the dining room where a lavish feast awaits. The aroma of the food fills the air, and I follow him, grateful for the warmth of family and the promise of a shared meal.

In the quiet moments after dinner, we find ourselves entwined in each other's embrace, the warmth of togetherness filling the room. However, my thoughts drift, and a certain unease settles within me. Rylan's seeming indifference toward Kiara and Caelum's new child lingers in my mind, a concern I can't shake.

As we lay in bed, I realize the other responsibility that lies ahead. The upcoming palace event looms on the horizon, and the weight of running it alone sinks in. Kiara, rightfully so, will be occupied with her newborn, leaving me to navigate the complexities of the celebration solo. The dual anxieties of Rylan's potential as a father and the impending event make sleep elusive, but exhaustion eventually claims me after the eventful day.

As I drift into the realm of dreams, I can only hope that the challenges ahead will find resolution and that, in the end, everything will work out.