After she married Riven, the Gordons had even advised the newlyweds to move out of the ancient manor so they wouldn’t feel constrained by ancient Luna traditions.
But the moment she reached the arched entrance, she froze.
From within came soft laughter and warm conversation.
“Mother, relax,” a woman’s voice said brightly. “We’ll give the Corvath bloodline two pups within three years. I won’t let this lineage end with me.”
Ivora Corvath, Riven’s mother, chuckled with joy. “Good girl. That’s all this old wolf hopes for. I dream of seeing this house lively again.”
Then she sighed with sympathy.
“As for Freya… she’s kind-hearted, but damaging her core while birthing Kael was such a misfortune. Thankfully, we still have you. If you carry this pup to term, you’ll be the Corvath Pack’s savior.”
The gift bag in Freya’s hands suddenly felt scorching against her palms.
Inside were the farewell presents she had chosen so carefully.
Ivora loved moon-card games but often tired easily, so Freya had traveled far to a healer-witch to craft vitality tonics for her.
Jareth Corvath, the retired Alpha, adored fishing by the Lunar River. Freya had spent weeks securing a rare, spirit-forged fishing rod for him.