I was five weeks pregnant and already showing.
Which was impossible. Human pregnancies don't show at five weeks. Werewolf pregnancies don't either.
But White Wolf pregnancies do.
Luna told me last night, while I was trying to fit into my old White Moon jeans for a Council meeting: White pups grow fast. We need to get strong fast. Because everyone will try to kill us before we are born.
Great. Comforting.
I stood in front of the full-length mirror in Blackstone Castle — my castle now, half my time — wearing Cade's shirt because none of my pants buttoned anymore, with Cade behind me, his big hands on my tiny, round, hard bump, looking like he wanted to kill anyone who looked at it.
"Stop staring at it like that," I mumbled, trying to pull the shirt down.
"How can I not stare?" he whis
