SIGRID

The cry of my daughter, my firstborn.

"Silas," I gasped, my voice shaky, sinking into the soft fur blanket beneath me.

I could feel more fluids flowing between my legs, the pain barely subsiding. The air inside the cave was thick with intense scents.

A tiny bundle was gently placed on my chest.

I opened my eyes and saw her, a wrinkled little thing with platinum-white hair like Silas. She was so small, her skin still red from birth, her tiny mouth trembling in a pout as if she wanted to cry again.

Her little nose twitched, recognizing my scent, and that alone seemed to soothe her.

"It’s our little wolf, Sigrid. She’s so tiny... Is she... is she okay?" Silas looked down at her, his expression filled with concern.

Our pups had arrived earlier than expected, which was the only reason I had dared to leave home in the first place.

I watched her too, feeling the same worry as a fresh wave of pain crashed through me.

"Love, I don’t know... I feel like my breasts are full. Should I try