There was a lot of happiness during the final month of pregnancy, but there were also many morning sicknesses.

Peace had replaced the lively energy of the Winter Festival among the pack and the residents of the palace.

My back ached constantly, every step felt like agony, and moving had become a chore.

It was more than simply the physical strain, though.

The energy was the cause.

The infant had a lot of power.

It was golden, ancient, and steadfast.

I occasionally noticed little light ...