DEMIEN'S POV:
I knew the first step was to clear Lena’s name. Rumors spread like wildfire through the pack, dark and toxic, questioning her loyalty, her honor, and, worst of all, the child she bore. Each whisper seemed to chip away at her spirit, and every sideways glance in the village made her shoulders hunch a little more. I could feel the tension tightening around her like a noose. I had to do something — and fast.
The only way to silence these rumors was through undeniable proof. I decided to take a DNA test, to prove once and for all that the child was mine. The next morning, I made my way to the hospital. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, matching the racing of my thoughts. I walked past sterile walls and the scent of antiseptic, my heart thudding louder with every step. Whe
