In the next one hour, Dawn's pain intensified. She was shouting so badly during the contractions that Daryn's mind went blank. Since he didn't know how to pacify her, he called Brenda. "Don't worry, Daryn, this is a natural process. She is going to be fine soon," she said confidently.

Few moments later when Dawn yelled in pain again, Daryn thought he was going to cry. How could he put his wife in this situation? He wasn't going to have more babies. At the same time, he gritted his teeth at Neal and Cole, who had conveniently fled the scene.

"Ahhhh!" The agonizing scream from Dawn broke his reverie made him flinch.

"Don't worry darling. You will be fine soon!" He assured her.

She wanted to whack him. "You prick! I am in this state because of you."

"I am sorry baby," he mewled, as he stroked her hand. She gripped his hand as another wave of contraction passed and in order to stop screaming she took his hand to her mouth and bit his forearm with her little fangs. Daryn's face became red.

Through the excruciating pain she said, "You will never ever talk about baby making!"

"I won't," he shook his head grimly.

"We need to take her to the delivery room," a soft voice from behind made him twist his head.

"Cara!" he said and his shoulders sagged in relief. The two men whom he trusted the most had left him but at least this girl was there.

She smiled. "Good evening Sir." She looked at Dawn. "Ma'am, we will take you to the labor room now."

Dawn nodded. She was immediately wheeled to the labor room. And while she was going there she noticed a blond man standing alone—Brantley. He watched her with so much anxiety that she wondered if he was about to faint.

In the labor room, Brenda helped her to position her legs on the bed. "I can see the crown forming," she said. "Now listen to me Dawn. As soon as you get the next contraction, you have to push, and push hard, okay?"

"Okay!" she breathed.

Brenda asked Daryn, "Do you want to watch your baby's birth?"

He nodded and went where Brenda was sitting.

Suddenly a wave of pain cruised through her and Dawn screamed.

"Yes, push hard!" Brenda encouraged. "You can do this."

Dawn pushed with all her might and the baby came out crying—a pink bundle. It was a boy. Daryn's mind became numb and he couldn't move an inch when he saw his baby boy. As the baby's cries filled the room, Daryn felt tears sting in his eyes. "That's my beautiful boy… Darius." He had thick black hair and cute little hands and legs. He began to root, mouth wide, and strong instincts.

Daryn wanted to touch his baby but the nurse took the child away to clean him.

Dawn's pain continued. "You have to do more than that, Dawn!" said Brenda. She became worried. "Come on, push!" she encouraged him.

Dawn didn't know what to do. She was hyperventilating and she was extremely tired with all her energy drained out. The contraction came and she couldn't push with all her might.

"My Luna!" Brenda shouted. "Don't stop yourself. The crown of the next baby is forming. Push!"

Seeing the danger signs, Daryn rushed to his wife's side. He stroked her hair as she held his hand. "Please wife, you have to give me my baby." She felt so much agony in his words, the want and desperateness that when the next contraction came, she closed her eyes, concentrated on the life inside her and pushed with a guttural grunt.

"Aha!" said Brenda, as she took the baby girl in her hands.

Daryn's skin lined with goosebumps when the child cried and he burst into tears of relief and joy. His glossy eyes turned to his wife, "That's my beautiful baby girl… Bianca."

Dawn smiled through her exhaustion.

He couldn't believe that he had become the father of two babies. Another nurse took the child to clean her and Daryn trotted after them, leaving a drained Dawn for Brenda.

In the waiting room outside, Neal and Cole along with members of Silver Clan were dancing like werewolves just like Ulfric.

Outside, Brantley was a bundle of emotions. He shuddered and fought back his tears. She was born. His mate was born and he stood in his place, transfixed. His heart clamored even as his entire body went tight. There were a hundred things to say, hundred emotions that overflowed, a thousand magnets that pulled him in her direction and a heartache that grew every second he didn't see her. A wait of two thousand years was worth the feeling he was experiencing at the moment. He wanted to see the little child desperately. Seeing the newborn baby, seeing his mate became a pressing need.

Neal came to stand next to him. "Are you okay?" he asked, knowing fully well his situation.

Brantley nodded and a tear rolled out of his left eye. "I just want to see her once."

Neal embraced the man in his bear hug. When he felt like this for Cara, he couldn't even imagine Brantley's feelings.

On the inside, while Brenda was stitching her, Dawn heard squeals and screeches and whoosh of air as Quetz ran and soared and jumped and flared his wings in Ensmoire. "I have become an Uncle!" he squealed. "I am Uncle Quetz!"

Dawn smiled feebly. She knew that she had to visit Ensmoire with both her babies.

Half an hour later, Dawn Silver came out of the delivery room with her baby boy on the side and Daryn holding his daughter. He smiled like a proud Alpha. His family was complete. Umm… maybe two more would do…

Immediately the clan members moved forward and crowded them with curious faces. They saw the two babies and bowed. Daryn moved forward and saw Brantley standing at a distance. He was looking at him with wide eyes, flushed face and a choked throat. He was trying his best to speak something but nothing came out. Daryn smiled and walked up to him. Dawn watched him go to Brantley.

Tiny toes peaked from under the pink blanket. Her head was a crazy mass of red curls. Garnering every ounce of power, every ounce of will, he touched her toes, and she smiled as sweet as summer strawberry. It filled him with sunshine he never knew existed in his world. She was the most beautiful thing, the most wonderful miracle, and all his prayers answered. "Bianca…" her name rolled off his tongue. The child opened her eyes showing her brilliant green eyes and threw her little hands up in the air. He touched her delicate hands and she caught his pinky. "She is perfect," he said. And she smelled divine. He knew that he would be her protector for as long as he lived and that his love for her would last beyond lifetimes. For the first time in so long his heartbreakingly beautiful face broke into a smile. He dug his suit pocket and took out something, which attracted a gasp from everyone.

Brantley held the Stone of Solaris in his hand and placed it on Bianca's blanket. At first the stone started to glow softly, and then its shine grew so brilliant that it covered her fully. It was like a call to him, to his kingdom. "My mate," he said softly as if she was his elixir.

Dawn was shocked. The stone glowed like that only in the temple from where they had retrieved it.