"Enough!"
The words rolled along with a warning in his intense green eyes as he stared at the three midwives mumbling among themselves with shock written plain across their faces. All their eyes running towards the wailing bundle of joy in the man's arms, his newborn daughter. Barely born a few moments ago and already had the midwives murmuring rumors of prophecies and curses of the doom the girl would bring to the clan.
The warm cottage room of the Alpha was heavy with the scent of blood, sweat, and new life. The echos of the crying baby covering the ill-mouthed whispers directed at the new soul barely a minute old.
"A curse born to the messiah of the clan?" whispered one.
"The Luna has birthed the downfall of the tribe."
"A child cursed by forest spirits, look at the mark on her arm," murmured the other.
"I thought it was blood but the mark refused to budge, it's cur…."
Those were the words the baby was welcomed with before Galan's command silenced them.
