Garcia' POV
"Time to wake up, Little One." Atticus whispers against my ear, his warm breath stirring me from sleep. I stretch languidly as I settle between my mates, feeling the familiar comfort of their presence.
The Pack-house comes into view as we navigate the final curve, and I spot Philip and Katrina waiting on the front porch. The radiant smile stretching across Philip's face makes the reason for their joy crystal clear.
I offer my congratulations on their pregnancy before directing them to join us on the Alpha floor for an urgent meeting. The weight of unanswered questions presses heavily on my mind.
"I'll arrange for dinner to be brought upstairs," Livia announces, already heading toward the kitchen. "It'll be more convenient for discussion without worrying about meal preparation."
