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Gerald's POV

It felt like an eternity since the labor started. I had been preparing to go hunting with some of the rouge's turned park members when Joan had come running to me and I had left everything to go to her but soon I was sent out of the tent.

Lizzy's excruciating screams resonated through the camp, sending shivers down my spine. I paced frantically outside the tent as Joan and a few other women were tending to her. The faces of the women that were outside with me, were etched with worry, mirroring the concern that gnawed at my own heart. But I had to remain strong.

I glanced at the male pack members, their eyes filled with anxiety. Ethan, the leader of the rogue park stood beside me, his firm gaze fixed on the tent. We shared a silent understanding - the well-being of our new pack was intertwined with the happiness and health of Lizzy and our newborn.

The piercing cries grew louder, and I could barely contain my impulse to storm into the tent and alleviate Lizzy's pain. Yet,