The day of the feast finally arrived.
Blackridge had never prepared a celebration this large for a pregnancy. The great hall was decorated with silver and black banners, long tables filled with food, and flowers brought from neighboring territories.
Representatives from different packs arrived throughout the morning.
They came to congratulate Blackridge.
More importantly, they came to witness the woman carrying the heir everyone had been waiting for.
Aria entered the hall beside Deucalion.
The conversations grew louder.
“There she is.”
“Eight months.”
“She actually made it.”
“Only one month remains.”
Aria heard every word. She smiled proudly as she walked beside Deucalion.
The excitement surrounding the child was not simply because Blackridge wanted an heir. Their bloodline had
