Writing our own lore

Ganta felt happy that Roza liked the name that he picked. Philomena… he was sure that it had a good meaning, a meaning to be proud of. The heirs to Dragoste… Ganta’s gaze softened as he looked over each child in turn. “No doubt about that, my dear.” He was so glad that she was here with him… that their family was here with him. He felt so happy… almost like all of this was surreal. He was a father… he had a beautiful mate, two lovely children… a pack of his own… did life get better than this? Perhaps, he thought, it might, but those thoughts were broken Roza’s voice rising up once more.

“My last name, huh?” He asked softly. He had denounced the Hellstrom part… the only bit that remained was Arietta’s surname; Lore. But to hear that Roza wanted to take his last name as well surprised him. Still, he understood why as she explained. A unified family… he gave a small nod, giving his beloved a gentle nuzzle. “It’d be an honor to have three more Lore family members in this world… specifically you three.” Ganta couldn’t be happier now, he was certain. His family was growing… and not through blood, but love!

“Oh Roza…” Ganta wrapped his head around the back of her neck and breathed out slowly. “We’ll be able to face anything, so long as we are together. We’re strong… and our children will be even stronger. We’ll make sure that the world knows Dragoste is not just some pack to pick on.”