**Astrein’s POV**

The celebration feast in Volcano Valley lingered in the air like a sweet afterglow as we slipped away from the hall. Laughter and toasts still echoed faintly behind us, the packs reveling in the twins’ birth and the moon apples’ bounty. But my world had narrowed to Gaia—my mate, my Luna, the mother of our children. She walked beside me through the compound’s quiet corridors, her hand in mine, the white silk of her gown whispering against the stone floors. ...