I was four weeks pregnant and Moon knew the gender before the healer did.
"Boy," she declared at breakfast, pointing her tiny spoon at my belly. She was in human form, hair a wild white-silver-black mess that neither Cade nor Rhys could ever tame, wearing pajamas that said DADDY'S LITTLE ALPHA on them. Cade had bought it. Rhys had bought the matching DADDY'S LITTLE MONSTER one she refused to wear because she said monsters are stupid.
"How do you know it's a boy, pup?" Cade asked, trying to feed her eggs while she tried to feed the eggs to her wolf plushie that looked suspiciously like him.
Moon shrugged, one gold eye and one silver eye blinking. "He talks to me. He says he is coming fast. Like me. And he says he is hungry. Like Daddy Cade when Mama wears that black dress."
Cade choked
