Riverstone Pack
“I don’t think I’ll be able to hide it much longer,” Clara whispered.
She stood near the tall arched window, one hand resting unconsciously on her abdomen. The pale afternoon light filtered through the stone walls, catching the worry etched across her face. Her shoulders were stiff, as though the weight she carried was already pressing down on her spirit.
Ember froze.
“What?” she asked sharply. “Clara, we haven’t told the pack anything yet. They don’t know we’re pregnant.” Her voice lowered, edged with irritation and fear. “Alpha Tyler already doesn’t trust me. If this comes out now—”
“I can hide it for six more weeks at most,” Clara interrupted, her voice trembling despite her attempt at composure. Her eyes glistened. “Ember, I’m scared. We may have to tell Hazel. Or
