chapter 94

Somehow, in all the ugliness of pack politics and multiple attempts on my life, I totally forgot about pre-natal care.

I’m just not sure how to get it, at first. Thralls are in charge of all of our medical care, and I don’t know how much we want them to know. But Nathan and I decide that we can’t take a chance with the baby’s life.

As we wait in the exam room, looking at all the posters of werewolf fetal development and the plastic anatomical model of the baby’s head in the birth canal—no thank you—I find the situation becoming more real by the second.

“Did you ever think you’d have kids?” I ask Nathan, who’s looking over a pamphlet about the first trimester.

He lifts his eyebrows and folds the pamphlet before neatly tucking it into his inside jacket pocket. “I assumed I would. In a hypothetical, detached kind of way. There’s so much pressure to find a mate and breed right away. That’s never appealed to me.”

“It’s not so appealing to me, but here I am. In a paper gown.” I laugh nervou