Jake’s POV

That baby should have died. The thought swirls in my mind, no matter how many times I try to push it aside. I’ve seen enough births to know the difference between a close call and a miracle. That wasn’t a close call; it was impossible.

I stand at the end of the bed, watching as the mother cradles both boys against her chest, her mates pressed close on either side of her. The room is quieter this morning.

This is the part I usually love. The moment when the fear is long gone, ...