The full moon hung high above the Sacred Clearing, bathing the entire pack in silver light.
Hundreds of wolves had gathered for the monthly Moon Vigil — a tradition of unity, reflection, and renewal. Torches flickered around the wide circle, casting warm glows on faces both familiar and wary. Rachel stood beside Kylian near the front, her hand resting protectively over her rounded belly. The pregnancy was now clearly visible, even under her flowing dress. She felt the weight of many eyes on her — some kind, some still suspicious, but fewer openly hostile than before.
Kylian held her hand openly, his thumb brushing slow circles over her knuckles. The simple touch grounded her. In recent weeks, he had become more openly affectionate in public — small gestures that spoke louder than words.
