Shadows Of The Pack (Aria and Knox) novel Chapter 105

Seraphina pushed herself away from Liam's fallen form, her chest heaving as she stared down at him. Nicole stood at her side, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and uncertainty. 

Nicole finally mustered the courage to speak, her voice quivering, "Is he dead?"

Seraphina, still panting from the intense struggle, leaned down to check Liam's condition. She shook her head, her expression tense. "No, he's still breathing. We have to go now... Aria—"

Before she could finish her sentence, a voice interrupted them, and they both turned to see Shana standing there, her eyes wide with shock. "What in the moon goddess' name happened here?"

Nicole spoke up first, her words rushing out in a hurry, "He attacked Seraphina."

Shana's gaze fell to Liam's unconscious form on the ground, and she raised an eyebrow. "Is he dead?"

Seraphina shook her head, her focus already shifting to their more pressing concerns. "No, he's not. We have to find Elara."

Shana's expression shifted from concern to a smile, amidst the chaos. "You didn't feel it?" She asked, her voice filled with wonder. "The pup has been born."

Seraphina's eyes widened in realization, her earlier skepticism evaporating. "So Liam was telling the truth," she murmured to herself. "Well, we need to go see her."

Shana sucked in a deep breath, her eyes distant as if sensing something. "I can just feel the power oozing out of there. It's so far away."

"Yet so close," Nicole finished for her, a spark of wonder in her eyes.

Aria cradled her tiny pup in her arms, her heart overflowing with love and wonder as she gazed down at the fragile bundle. His eyes, a brilliant shade of blue, blinked up at her, and she couldn't help but smile. "How can someone so little hold so much power?" she whispered softly to herself, her voice filled with awe.

Lydia sat by Aria's side, her own eyes fixated on the newborn's tiny fingers as she gently played with them. "I have no idea," she replied, her voice filled with a mixture of joy and wonder.

Elara, who had been busy tidying up the room, approached them with a warm smile. "Have you and Knox decided on a name yet?" she inquired, her eyes twinkling with anticipation.

Aria's eyes widened as her thoughts suddenly snapped back to the events outside. "Knox, the battle," she muttered, a hint of worry in her voice. Her maternal instincts were strong, but she couldn't forget the chaos that raged beyond these walls.

Lydia squeezed Aria's hand reassuringly. "Don't worry. Knox is a strong leader, and he has the pack's best warriors by his side. They'll protect us."

Elara nodded in agreement, her voice soothing. "You need to rest, Aria. Your pup is safe, and the pack is in good hands. Knox will come to see you as soon as he can."

Aria's gaze remained fixed on her pup, torn between the overwhelming love she felt for him and the fear and uncertainty of the battle outside. She leaned down to press a gentle kiss on her baby's forehead, whispering, "I love you, little one. Be safe and strong."

With that, Aria closed her eyes, her body weary from the ordeal of childbirth and the emotional rollercoaster of the day. Lydia and Elara watched over her and the newborn pup, their hearts filled with a sense of unity and purpose, even in the midst of chaos.

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Malachi and Isolde remained locked in a deadly confrontation. They circled each other like predators, their eyes never leaving their opponent.

Malachi's lips curled into a sinister smile, "I can feel it," he hissed, his voice laced with a sinister edge. "The power oozing from that child. It's immense, Isolde. The moon goddess has truly outdone herself this time."

Isolde's gaze remained unwavering, her protective instincts flaring. "You'll never get near him, Malachi. I won't allow it."

With a feral snarl, Malachi lunged forward, his movements quick and unpredictable. Isolde barely had time to react as their clash intensified. Blades met, sparks flew, and the air crackled with the tension of their battle.

Isolde countered his strikes with a fluid grace, her movements a testament to her skill as a warrior. "You're a fool, Malachi," she spat, her voice laced with contempt. "You think the power of that child can be wielded by the likes of you?"