ZIRA
Great. Looking at myself in the mirror in another hospital room. I was wearing one of those stupid gowns waiting for the doctor. My neck felt sore around the choker, and I was trying to remove it when I heard a scream from another room. That was normal in a place like this. This must be the price of making a hard decision like I had to.
I paced around the room, second-guessing everything that led up to this point. I was making the right decision, right? The risk is too great and... and... I could have a baby later in the future. Unless something happens during the operation that turns my womb into a hostile environment. Then my mate might really reject me. I would be a mate-less, motherless werewolf. GAH! I'm overthinking again. Maybe this was a bad idea. I started to pick up my c
