Aria’s POV

TWO MONTHS LATER

The Naming Rite ceremony for our daughter was today. The pack main hall was decorated with flowers and candles, while music played softly in the background.

Our newborn daughter lay in my arms wearing a white ceremonial dress. She was sleeping peacefully. She had dark hair and gray eyes, just like Knox.

I glanced around the crowd. I could see Viktor, Lilith, and their son. They had named him Kieran. He was tiny, swaddled in black and ...