CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT THE PACK COMES FIRST

Freya's POV I walked slowly to my apartment in the Packdom, feeling the weight of tonight’s events pressing heavily on my shoulders. I’ve always cared deeply about the pack I was born into, always followed Javion’s rules to avoid trouble. But tonight, Saxera’s words echoed incessantly in my mind, filling me with dread. Reaching my small, cozy apartment, I sank down onto the worn couch, burying my head in my hands. "Could what Saxera said be true?" I whispered to myself. "Could this really be a problem?" The questions gnawed at me, creating a turmoil I couldn’t shake. I looked down at my hands, the hands that had delivered Daphne and Javion’s baby. I remembered the moment vividly: the rush of emotions, the joy, and the sense of accomplishment as I held the newborn in my hands, bringing him safely into the world. "These hands," I murmured, staring at them. "Could they be the reason why the pack is going to be destroyed? Could the baby I delivered really bring our downfall?" I rep