Wren POV
I calm my anger before I leave the twins bedroom. I shouldn't be angry at Charlie. He did what he thought was necessary to save me, but it hurts to think I will never hold a little red-headed copy of him.
Macy and my brothers easily gave up having children, but that's not me. I desperately want to be a mother. It is the only thing I thought I could actually be good at. I don't have much experience with children, but I always saw myself as a mother. Will that even be a reality now? Can a Fae and a Werewolf have children together? Or did Charlie take away my only chance to give birth?
Closing the door behind me, I follow the sound of my mates voices down the hall. Charlie and Destin are putting sheets on a giant bed. Leaning against the doorframe, I watch them silently.
