Olivia's POV:
I lay awake in the pitch-dark guest room at the Astor estate, one hand resting over my lower abdomen as I replayed the car accident over and over in my mind.
The angle of the impact. The seatbelt cutting painfully across my chest. My head snapping back against the leather seat. Every detail was burned into my memory.
The doctor from the Starveil Pack had given me a full examination and assured me that I was fine, aside from bruising across my sternum.
"Miss Astor, your pup is perfectly safe. Your body protected it exactly as it was meant to."
I believed him. At least, my mind did. My heart refused to.
Every she-wolf shared an instinctive bond with her pup. Maybe it was still too early, but I couldn't sense anything beyond the faint awareness that a tiny life was growing
