The final month had finally arrived.
Blackridge was already preparing for the birth as though there was nothing left to fear.
The nursery was ready.
Small clothes had been bought and folded carefully. Blankets were stacked beside the wooden cradle that had been prepared for the heir.
The pack was preparing for another celebration, but this time, it would be bigger than anything they had ever seen.
Packs from neighboring territories had already started sending gifts.
Some sent gold. Others sent clothes, toys, and handmade items for the child.
Everyone was certain that within weeks, Blackridge would finally have its heir. Aria watched the preparations from her window with a smile. “They are already celebrating,” she said.
Deucalion stood behind her. “They have waited a long time.”
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