"Positive," I whisper, disposing of the stick before going ahead to wash my hands. "I'm pregnant. I'm not supposed to be pregnant. How can I be? Sia and I didn't use protection, but a wolf can't beget a lycan's child. Oh Mila, say something!"
"My congratulations are in order, my lady."
"Congratulations? Mila, this is not good news. Me being pregnant is a disaster!"
She frowned. "I'm afraid I don't understand, my lady."
"Mila, I don't want to be a mother," I say, sobbing. "I don't want to bear children. Not now, not ever."
"Oh dear, don't say that."
"But it's the truth, Mila. Plus, I'm too young to be a mother."
"If you think you're too young to be a mother, then you shouldn't have had unprotected s*x in the first place."
"Mila!"
"What? I'm only putting in my two cents."
"Well, no
