From somewhere in the woods, a big group of feral werewolves managed to break through the protective circle that John’s warrior wolves created on the perimeter of Henry’s cottage. There were, for sure, at least a couple of dozens of them, all attacking Henry at once, and he had no choice but to take his dragon form that was much stronger and way bigger than his human one, but unfortunately slower on the ground than his current enemies.

The ashes of the dead werewolves were blown away by the breeze that came from east. Under the rays of the early rising sun, the scene could be called magical if it wasn’t filled with death. From the cottage that Elizabeth came to love so much, the only thing that was left was the concrete foundation and the basement. Everything else was blown to pieces or charred.

“That’s not possible,” Henry said in a low voice, and Elizabeth felt his hands that she was still holding in hers suddenly went cold. They were silent for a while, each in their own thoughts. Elizabeth accepted the possibility of what she just said actually being the truth, and Henry… well, he wasn’t thinking about much right now. He was trying to wrap his head around what he just heard, but he was failing. “I thought so too, but that guy, the third one, he was so sure of it that he planned what to do with the money once the baby is born and he sold it,” bitterness colored her tone. “And Robert wanted to get rid of it first thing after they were supposed to kill you…” she was now speaking very fast. “And they said that I, and I quote here, reek of pregnancy hormones… I didn’t want to believe it at first because I don’t feel any different, but now that I think about it… I did miss two of my last periods, and that had never happened before,” her voice trailed off at the end. Henry stil

“She’s beautiful,” Elizabeth spoke in the softest possible voice while she held baby Amanda in her arms, looking at her small, chubby face. The baby was looking right back at her with a curious expression on her little face like she was assessing her. Elizabeth never had experience with babies, but she was sure that they were not supposed to act so maturely when they’re only a couple of days old. “Y

Elizabeth and Henry spent Christmas and New Year’s Eve with the family, all gathered in the manor. They celebrated traditional human holidays because of Anna, Elizabeth, and Sarah since the rest of them were of other species and religion altogether, but either way, sharing gifts and spending time together was a reason enough for all of them to participate. The rest of the time, Henry and Elizabeth s