Chapter 89

Sandy’s POV

As I held my newborn son in my arms, my heart swelled with joy and love. Sylvester had chosen to name him Timothy, after his own father, a symbol of respect and honor for his family legacy.

Sylvester and I looked at each other, tears streaming down our faces as we reveled in the moment. We were now parents, responsible for nurturing and guiding this new life.

“You did it, Sandy,” Sylvester said, a proud smile on his face. “We did it. We created life, and now we get to watch him grow and learn and become his own person.”

“I can’t believe it,” I said, my voice choking with emotion. “He’s so perfect.”

“He is,” Sylvester agreed. “And he’s ours. Our little family.”

“Yes,” I replied, relishing in the moment.

As we looked down at Timothy, he opened his eyes, and we saw a glint of silver. Just like his father, he had inherited the wolf gene, and we knew that he would be just as strong and brave as his parents.

“I can’t wait