CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO A SON IS BORN

Javion’s POV I couldn’t stop grinning as I stepped out of the labor room, my newborn son cradled in my arms. His tiny cries echoed in the corridor, a sound that filled me with overwhelming joy. I looked down at him, marveling at how small and perfect he was. Outside the room, the pack members had gathered, their faces filled with anticipation. The moment they saw me, holding my son, the tension broke into shouts and cheers of happiness. Scott, one of the wolves, pushed his way to the front. "Is it a boy?" he asked, his eyes wide with excitement. Before I could answer, Enzo smacked him on the back of the head. "Of course it’s a boy, you idiot!" Leya, one of the female wolves, rolled her eyes. "No, it's a girl. I'm sure of it." I couldn’t help but laugh. I raised my son high, his cries growing louder. "It’s a boy! My son!" I announced, my voice filled with pride. The crowd erupted into louder cheers, and I felt a swell of pride and gratitude. These people, my pack, my family, were