The second baby took another hour to make his grand entrance, during which I threatened to divorce Kane, move back to the mountain, and raise the children as single wolves who would never know their father existed.
“You don’t mean that,” he said confidently.
“Try me.”
But when our son finally decided to join the party, screaming even louder than his sister had, I forgot all about my threats. He was just as perfect, just as beautiful, just as absolutely worth every moment of agony I’d endured.
“A boy and a girl,” Saul announced with satisfaction. “Twins are considered extremely lucky in lycan culture. A sign of great prosperity for the kingdom.”
“Great,” I said weakly, holding both babies while Kane stared at us with an expression of complete worship. “No pressure, kids.”
“What are we
