Alan just nodded, his throat visibly working as he swallowed.
I… I couldn’t even speak. My wolf, Night, was equally stunned. He had been pacing anxiously in my head the entire morning, restless and worried. But now? Now, he was silent. Listening.
The heartbeats of our pups.
Our legacy.
Something inside me shifted at that moment. A kind of primal, instinctual protectiveness took root so deep I could feel it in my bones.
This was *real.*
I was going to be a father.
Amber sniffled and turned her head slightly to look at me, her hand still gripping mine. "Are you okay?" she asked softly.
I forced myself to nod, though I wasn’t sure I could actually form words yet.
Dr. House, seemingly unfazed by the emotional wreckage he had just unleashed, continued moving the probe
