Azura's POV
A whole week had passed since Head Healer Clara delivered the news that turned our lives upside down. And she also explained that my power changes as a sign of the effect.
Pregnant with twins. Seven weeks now.
The entire pack house had been plunged into utter shock at first. Nobody could logically explain how two tiny heartbeats had managed to stay alive inside my body during the entire month I was presumed dead.
But at the end of the day, what could anyone really do or say about it? The miracle was already done, settled, and growing inside me, so everyone eventually accepted the strange reality and let the confusion drop.
Except for Rhydor, who had somehow transformed into a creature far worse than an overprotective Alpha.
He hardly let me lift a single finger anymore. He insisted on carrying me up and down the stone staircases, personally bathing me in warm lavender water, and feeding me fresh spoonfuls of stew as if I were a helpless toddler.
