[TWO DAYS LATER]
Luna's wretched cries were heard across the pack house by every werewolf, Alpha Rowan entered the bedroom and walked to where his Luna was, he rubbed her back while reassuring her that everything was going to be okay.
Luna shook her head, looked at him, and asked, "why is your voice shaking then?"
Alpha Rowan Harrington stared at his mate's wet face, touched it, and looked down.
"Don't you dare cry, Rowan?" His Luna warned him.
"I am not going to cry River okay? But maybe a little?" Alpha Rowan said, his voice shaking.
Why were the Alpha and his Luna crying?
It was early, two in the morning, and every werewolf was awake. The werewolves were trying their best to console their mates, even the newborn cries carried the same meaning. It was not that of hunger, or in need of a clothing change.
