Felicia
Months seven and eight blurred together in a haze of exhaustion and love.
I was enormous now. My belly was so big and heavy that it felt like I was carrying a full basket of melons. Walking had become slow and careful. I had to lean back slightly just to balance. My back ached constantly, my ankles were swollen, and even breathing sometimes felt difficult. At night, I could only sleep on my side with the special pillow Avery gave me, and even then the babies kept kicking and shifting, fighting for space inside me.
But I refused to stay in bed all day.
One bright morning, I made my way slowly to the pack’s training field. The young pups — wolves aged four to seven — were practicing basic shifting and control. Lila had asked if I wanted to help with the gentler lessons, and I sai
