The first week was nothing like what I had expected and exactly like what it was.
I had expected — something. The cinematic version, perhaps, where new parenthood arrived with soft lighting and a specific quality of grace. What arrived instead was the specific, honest reality of a new person who had extremely strong opinions about warmth and hunger and being set down, and who deployed their one word — the full-volume version — with the frequency and commitment of someone who had waited nine months to use it and was making up for lost time.
Rowan was extraordinary.
Rowan was also exhausting.
Both were true simultaneously and without contradiction.
The compound adapted with the efficiency of five hundred wolves who had decided the Luna and the Alpha King were not going to manage the fir
