Chapter 39 - Motherhood

Zelena.

All those feelings of darkness and loss, the hurt and pain, the emptiness. They were all gone now. All I had to do was look at the beautiful sleeping faces of my babies, and my heart was full. I haven’t named them yet. It doesn’t seem right to do it without Gunner. Though I have some ideas that I'm pretty set on already. In the meantime, I have nickname them B. for my sweet little boy, and G. for my very loud little girl. They are both so similar, yet I can already pinpoint their very different characteristics. B. is quiet and rarely cries. He eats like a typical Alpha-son, but he loves to be swaddled and held tight. G. is very vocal about her demands. If she wants something or if something isn’t right, the whole pack, and I'm sure half the town, will hear about it. I think I may have given birth to a Banshee, not a Were. Unlike her brother, G. likes to flail her arms and k