L E I L A N I
It was my twenty third birthday today. But since I turned eighteen, it has become the saddest day of my life.
The day my parents died.
The memory was still fresh in my heart, and no amount of therapy or medication could ever erase it.
I woke up to an empty bed. The scent of Fenrir lingered on the pillows. I got up and went to the bathroom, and splashed some water on my face. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, my eyes were red and puffy from crying last night.
I was a mess. A pregnant, hormonal and emotional mess. A mess who was falling for a werewolf. The irony wasn't lost on me.
After a long shower, I got dressed and made my way down to the dining room. The house was unsurprisingly quiet.
Lyra was already there as usual, a cup of coffee in her hand. She looked
