KATE
About six months had passed since Aemma and I made our home in the woods, and life had been nothing short of amazing since then.
The dense forest had slowly grown to become our very own sanctuary, a place where we found peace and a sense of freedom that I had never experienced in the pack.
I wished that I had my wolf way earlier, so that I could experience that joy that came with being complete at a much younger age, but it was all good, because I believe in the fact that everything happens for a reason.
My baby bump had become quite visible now, be it in human or wolf form, and Aemma and I reveled in the small, precious interactions we shared with the pup growing inside us.
In quiet moments, I could feel tiny nudges and flutters, and in the tumultuous times, when our little
