~Azaria~
As the night progressed, the atmosphere in the ballroom remained vibrant with energy and excitement. Luna Amy, radiant and glowing, took to the dance floor with her mate, Alpha Kellen, their movements graceful and fluid as they swayed to the music. However, in the midst of their dance, a sudden look of discomfort flashed across Luna Amy's face, her hand instinctively moving to her swollen belly.
I watched from our table, concern flickering in my chest as I observed the scene unfolding before us. Alpha Kellen's expression shifted from joy to concern in an instant as he guided Luna Amy off the dance floor, his protective instincts kicking in. I exchanged a worried glance with Alaric, our silent communication conveying our shared concern for our pack members.
