The next morning, the Alpha Cedric's packhouse awoke to chaos.Nyma burned. Not with rage, not with heartbreak—but with fever.Luna Elara was the first to notice. Before dawn, she had slipped into Nyma's room, a habit she had only recently broken after years of checking on her children as they slept. And Nyma's muffled sobs the earlier night had shattered that resolve, rekindling the instinct to protect not just her daughter, but the life growing inside her, gnawing at her like an old, familiar ache. Her daughter's pain was one thing, but the thought of her grandchild suffering too? That she couldn't bear.So Elara came only to find, her face ashen, Nyma lay drenched in sweat, her skin sickly pale, her body wracked with tremors as if caught in some unseen storm."Kael!" Elara's voice pierced through the halls, sharp and urgent. "Call Amelia, now! Nyma got fever. "Kael was in the room before the words had fully left their mother's mouth, his
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