Leora
Charlotte walked into the room and gave me a smile. A kiss on the forehead made my heart swell. It felt too good to have someone make me feel important. No one had done this before—not even Coda when I had gone into the infirmary a few times before.
"How are you holding up, dear?"
"Good. I thought I would be sore, but with my wolf having the power to heal me, I feel fine."
She nodded, still smiling, before her eyes fell on my son. "He is so perfect."
"Do you want to hold him?"
A small gasp escaped her lips, and her eyes sparkled with tears as she held out her arms. The transfer was easy; she cradled my son to her chest and leaned down close enough to rub her nose against his. "Hello there, little one. You are so handsome. I've been waiting to meet you."
The baby sighed in cont
