Isa’s POV
By the time Sunday morning had arrived I had already grown sick of the hospital room. I pleaded with the nurse to leave, even promising I would move into my former bedroom in the pack house so I was in the adjoining building. God knows I had zero desire to go back to the apartment… next to him.
“Miss Isa… if you had one of your incidents outside of this basement, someone could get seriously hurt. Until you’ve learned to control those new abilities that seem to be so linked to your emotions, darling girl, I don’t think you’re going anywhere.” She sighed. “And sweetie, why would you want to?” She motioned to my belly. “You really are safest here in your condition.”
Right, I thought. Superspeed pregnancy was already tiring me out. I couldn’t believe how much I napped. The younger
