Caroline’s POV
Because the chaos from Howard’s arrest had just settled down, Liam was still shaken from his earlier kidnapping and the attack on the pack house.
So Draven and I decided Liam would stay ho until next year when I’d go back to working at the office.
Even though I was supposed to be on maternity leave, I’d been working from ho anyway so Kyle wouldn’t get overwheld helping both Ryan and Draven.
Now Draven was also working from ho until he received full dical clearance, so we spent our days bouncing ideas back and forth between conference calls and diaper changes.
One morning over breakfast, Draven looked up from his laptop and said, "What if we set up a daycare at Thorne Enterprises?"
I paused mid-sip of my coffee. "At the company?"
"Think about it," he said, getting excited. "Half our employees are parents juggling work and childcare. Not everyone has nannies or family nearby like we do."
I loved the idea imdiately. "And as Luna, I could extend it to pack mbers too. Single mothers, working parents who can’t afford private daycare..."
"Exactly." Draven smiled. "Parents could actually focus on work instead of constantly worrying about their kids."
Draven’s proposal to establish a daycare at both the company and within the pack made fall even deeper in love with this man.
I rembered when I first joined the company, everyone said he was strict, ticulous about work, and a complete workaholic. But the truth was, he had a tender heart beneath that tough exterior.
Because he could see the inconveniences and subtle struggles of pack mbers, he was able to establish non-discriminatory policies in the Storm Valley Pack. Policies that allowed to co here, to be by his side.
I couldn’t help but ask curiously, "Draven, why did you implent a non-discrimination policy in the pack? You know, many packs are very traditional, strength-based and bloodline hierarchies where bullying the weak is almost instinctual."
Draven was quiet for a long mont, his fingers absently tracing patterns on my hand. "When I was seven, I got separated from my patrol during a territory dispute," he began, his voice soft with mory. "I wandered for three days, lost and terrified. By the ti rogues found , I was half-dead from hunger and exhaustion."
His violet eyes grew distant. "They would have killed , but an oga from a neighboring pack intervened. She was gathering herbs and heard the commotion. This tiny she-wolf, barely stronger than a human, threw herself between and three full-grown rogues." He shook his head in wonder. "She got to safety, fed , tended my wounds, and kept hidden for two weeks until it was safe."
"She never asked who I was, never expected anything in return. Just saw a scared pup who needed help." His voice grew tender. "When my father finally found , he was so grateful that he offered her anything she wanted. You know what she asked for? Better hunting grounds for the ogas in her pack, and schooling for the pups who couldn’t shift properly."
Draven smiled sadly. "My father was already a soft-hearted Alpha; he wanted marginal pack mbers to have good lives too. That experience just reinforced what we both learned—strength isn’t always about who can fight the hardest."
His expression grew more serious. "But you’re right about the instinctual bullying. I’ve implented these policies, but I can only prevent the obvious discrimination, give these wolves a chance. The deeper prejudices..." He sighed. "Those are harder to root out."
I sighed and squeezed Draven’s hand. "You’ve done so well already."
After all, when I ca to Storm Valley, old diehards like Howard constantly insulted as a "scentless wolf."
"Prejudices of the heart are very difficult to eliminate," I said gently, trying to comfort him.
Draven leaned over and kissed softly. "But my dear Luna, you’ll help make our pack even better, won’t you?"
I kissed his lips, "Yes, as always."
In the weeks that followed, we worked together to rebuild not just our pack’s policies, but our family’s sense of safety. Liam slowly recovered from the trauma of Howard’s attack, and gradually, our pack house filled with laughter again.
One evening, after putting the quadruplets to bed, we tucked Liam in following an epic tickle fight between father and son and lots of kisses from . Liam finally fell asleep listening to Draven tell "Jack and the Beanstalk" with all the dramatic voices.
"Finally, everyone’s asleep!" Draven ca out of our closet wearing just his boxers, showing off his perfect body.
I couldn’t help but laugh at what he had in mind.
"And the quadruplets aren’t even four months old yet. Imagine when they’re all walking and talking simultaneously," I said with exaggerated wide eyes.
"You’re terrifying , my love." Draven smiled and carefully positioned himself above , kissing while his hand explored my body.
He shifted to pull against him as we lay side by side.
"Daddyyy... Mommyyy..." Liam’s voice preceded him as he raced into our bedroom and climbed onto our bed. Draven stopped kissing and gave such a comically frustrated expression that I burst into laughter.
"Ryan is definitely teaching this boy to interrupt us," Draven whispered against my ear.
"Hey, big guy! Weren’t you sleeping?" he asked, settling our son between us.
"I woke up, Daddy," Liam announced with an innocent grin. "I ca for another story."
"Another one, son? Don’t you think it’s a bit late?" Draven asked with patience, gently stroking Liam’s hair.
"No, I don’t think so, Daddy," Liam replied with complete sincerity.
"Liam, let’s do this—we’ll all close our eyes and go to sleep. No more stories tonight," I suggested, hoping to resolve the situation.
"All of us, Caroline?" Draven asked with a hint of protest in his voice.
"All of us," I confird firmly, snuggling closer to my two favorite n. I ran my hand along my husband’s face, kissed my son’s forehead, and reached for the light switch, plunging the room into darkness.
Rory humd contentedly in my mind. "This is perfect," she murmured. "Our pack, our family, safe at last."
"Yes," I agreed silently. "This is everything we ever wanted."
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