Chapter One Hundred and Five. Labour Pains.
Del sat looking over his shoulder, in his tractor as his cultivator churned up the soil behind him, ensuring the lines were straight and true. He winced slightly, as another pang of pain griped his stomach. It had been happening all night and this morning. If her were human, he would firmly believe he had appendicitis the pain was so bad. But, because he was werewolf, he thought that he had a bad bout of wind, blaming the last batch of frozen pumpkin that Gillian made up, from their autumn harvest.
“God, I wish I could get rid of this gas. Have a good o’l fart,” he muttered as he shifted in his seat slightly, up onto on cheek of his ass, attempting to forcefully expel the gas in his stomach.
“I don’t think it is gas,” Apollo his wolf groane
