Lyra sat by the window, her baby asleep in her arms. It had only been a week since Kael's death, and the pain in her heart felt as raw as ever. Every moment felt empty without him, and the days dragged by slowly. She kept thinking about how he should be here, watching over her and their child. But all she had now were memories, and the quiet strength Kael had always given her.
The pack had been supportive, helping with everything she needed. Mina stayed by her side, making sure she ate, rested, and had moments to herself. The other wolves kept watch around the home, protecting Lyra and her baby. Even in Kael's absence, they respected her as if she were still the Alpha's mate, which brought her a little comfort.
Then one afternoon, as she was putting the baby down for a nap, a sudden noise outside drew her attention. Mina, who had been helping in the kitchen, paused, her face tense.
