165. ATHENA
“How I wish they are twins. I really love twins."
Raven’s voice jolted me back to reality, her words slicing through the fog of my thoughts like a blade.
A sigh clawed its way up my throat, heavy and aching. That wish—it was cruel, taunting me with a reminder of something I would never have. The pain lingered, deep and unrelenting, a wound that refused to close. The miscarriage had taken more than just my pup; it had stolen a part of me I could never get back.
Sheila had already taken Louse to the room to change, leaving me alone with my thoughts, and I hated it. Hated the quiet. Hated the way it gave my demons space to breathe.
"How I wish I had the ability to give birth to even one pup."
But I couldn’t. The doctor had been mercilessly straightforward that day—his words
