STAN POV
*six months later*
I always liked to think it happened under the blood moon.
That wild night when the world itself seemed to pulse in red fire around us, when she clung to me like I was the only anchor she’d ever have, when I filled her so deeply I swore I felt the stars themselves shudder. That night, I like to imagine, was when Silas was conceived.
Maybe it was the night before. Maybe the night after. But my heart insists it was that night—the night the moon bled, and I made her mine in every way a wolf and a dragon ever could.
Six months later, I had proof of it lying right against me.
Aurora was stretched across my chest, her body curved into mine like we’d been carved from the same stone. Her belly was swollen, heavy, and I traced lazy circles over it with one hand whil
