TESSA POV
Six months.
That’s how long it’s been since Gunter and I broke Wisteria open and started stitching it back together with our own hands. Six months of tearing down rot, prying out old nails, and laying new foundations pack-wide and soul-deep. Six months of learning what kind of Luna I’d be when I wasn’t busy surviving.
And today, of all days, my body decided to add a new chapter.
Another contraction cinched low and tight, a hard belt of heat that stole my breath and bent me forward in the rocking chair on the Alpha House porch. I breathed like the doctor taught me—slow in, slower out—palms wide over my swollen belly, waiting for the pain to crest and fall.
“Okay,” I told the tiny wolves rolling under my ribs. “Message received. You’re impatient. Wonder where you get that.”
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