Chapter 12

As the days turned into weeks, Selene's condition worsened. Her werewolf nature began to affect her pregnancy in ways she hadn't anticipated. Waves of nausea were accompanied by bursts of uncontrollable anger, her emotions swinging wildly from one extreme to the other. It was as if the wolf inside her sensed the turmoil and responded with aggression.

One evening, as she sat at the dinner table, the anger bubbled up unexpectedly. Her father, ever the stern figure, pushed her again for answers. "Selene, I won't ask again. Who is the werewolf responsible for this? You can't keep hiding the truth from us."

Selene's eyes flashed with a golden hue, a sign of her werewolf side coming to the surface. "I told you, Father, I need time," she snapped, her voice tinged with a low growl.

"Time? You've had enough time!" her father retorted, slamming his fist on the table. "You're putting this family in danger with your secrecy."

Her mother stepped in, her tone soothing but firm. "Henry, please, she'