Eight
The tension is so thick in the air that I can almost smell it. Taste it, even. We're sitting in a circle in the living room. Ruby's in the nursery next door, sleeping peacefully after I fed her blood and milk. I could swear that she's grown at least an inch since yesterday. It's crazy to even consider that.
The electricity has been sketchy the past few evenings, so we've got candles stacked on shelves and the table between us, just in case. It also makes the whole thing feel like a seance or something like that. I love the smell of candles though. It makes me feel calm and relaxed, despite what we're about to do.
"Ready?" Ràn asks in his deep voice, scrutinising Torben. Our alpha is wearing a mask of steeled determination, his expression not betraying the emotions I can feel throu
