The kitchen was filled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, but the light atmosphere was quickly replaced by tension as Constance appeared, her gaze reflecting concern. I continued stirring the spoon in the oatmeal pot, watching her approach.
“Did you sleep well, Constance?” I asked, turning to face her.
She sighed, running her hand through disheveled hair. “Actually, I didn't sleep much. I spent the night thinking about everything you told me and ended up researching some things too.”
“Researching? About what?” I raised an eyebrow, curious about what could have kept her awake all night.
“Wolf pregnancy, Fierce. Or something close to it, considering your werewolf condition,” she explained.
I nodded, understanding the reason for her concerns. “And what did you find?”
“From what I
