Zver's p.o.v I looked at Hera sadly as I moved back and forth in the pack's house main bedroom. She was lying on the bed and breathing heavily, although she was in some light pajamas, she was sweating badly. "Alpha, I already called the healer, she should be on her way," Charlotte said softly. She stood near the door and looked more than ready to run away if I was to growl at her. She had her gaze lowered to the ground as well. "Why is she taking so damn long," I growled in a low tone. I wanted her here as quick as possible... Hera was sick and seemed to be in so much discomfort!.  Yesterday we spent our time at the stream and everything was perfect. When we went back, we decided to eat together and share a bed, which I veritably looked forward to, but then I was called by the elders t

                       Zver's p.o.v I could see Hera's eyes on me clearly.  Since yesterday's incident, she was trying so hard not to talk to me but she couldn't stop looking at me. I stood in front of the wardrobe looking at the few clothes there. It was annoying that I only had a few.   I understood that we rarely shifted into our human form, but having fewer clothes was just annoying. "Zver." She called in a very low tone. I turned and faced her. "What?" I asked coldly. "Nothing, did you hear something?" She asked with a cute smile on her face. "You called my name." I pointed out. "No, I didn't." She answered. I turned and grabbed a black shirt, carefully looking at it. It wasn't

                    Zver's p.o.v  The drive was quiet yet again and the air was filled with Hera's scent of tears.  She was crying because of me yet again and I hated it so damn much.   When she asked me how I felt about her, I told her it wasn't the place for such talk because I saw how two hunters were looking at us. I thought the place was protected by assassins, but it turned out some hunters were there too and Charlotte saw them too.  We didn't want to alarm Hera or scare her in any way, that's why I decided to go on with the day. When she said she wanted to go back home, my heart beat rapidly, I couldn't believe that she wanted to seriously leave me, but then Charlotte pointed out that she meant the pack house and that was a relief for me. It was exactly what we needed to do if we were going to ke

                  Hera's p.o.v "Stay still," Charlotte ordered as I did. She was busy plaiting braids in my hair with a smile. I was watching her every move in the mirror with a smile. She looked like she was enjoying what she was doing and that made me happy.  "Are you that happy doing my hair?" I asked softly. She looked at the mirror then nodded. "Yes. Why are you asking me that though?' she asked back. "Well, because I have never seen someone so happy doing another person's hair. This is a first." I answered honestly. "Really?. I thought you humans had hairdressers who enjoy doing your hair." She said. "Of course we do. But where I was staying, they always had this mean look plastered on their faces while doing my hair." I answered.

                        Zver's p.o.v  "You called for me," I asked with detest. "Yes, I did." Mother answered seriously. "So, you wanted to tell me something about my father, isn't it?" I asked. My bastard of a brother came to call me from my room telling me that my so-called mother wanted to tell me something about my father. Since it involved him, I couldn't say no or refuse. "Well...." She hesitated.  She was shifting every second uncomfortably and her eyes were radish, she looked like she was from crying and she was slightly pale. What news would make her look so miserable that involved my father?. Because my mother was a prideful female, showing such a side to me was rare.  "Your father...." She trailed off as my he