Scarlett handed me the latest report as I stood at the edge of the ice plain, watching the sun dip beneath the ridgeline.
“It’s confirmed,” she said softly. “You’re pregnant.”
I didn’t respond—just placed a trembling hand over my lower abdomen.
Scarlett hesitated before pulling out a second piece of parchment. “But… we couldn’t identify the father.”
I turned sharply. “What?”
She looked at me steadily. “The pup's blood resonance shows traces of Nightfog, Highland… and Shadowfang. The bloodline response is unstable.”
“You mean—” My voice cracked. “Even I don’t know who the father is?”
She nodded. “That’s what the results say.”
A wave of air left my lungs. I couldn’t tell whether it was fear or fury choking me.
“I don’t remember… I truly don’t remember if I ever…” I swallowed, the wo
