GWEN
Raya was sitting on the small couch in my room, her hands clasped together, tapping her foot against the floor in restless silence. I sat on the edge of my bed, facing the window, watching as more and more pack members made their way toward the training grounds.
From up here, I could see them gathering in groups, talking, pointing toward the open field where the challenge would happen. The air outside seemed heavy, even from where I sat. It was as if the entire pack was waiting for something they had been eager to witness.
My fingers rested lightly on my stomach. I could feel my own pulse in my palm, and I tried to steady my breathing. I had faith in my ability to protect myself, but more than that, I had faith that I could protect my child. I kept telling myself that I had not g
