Lena’s POV
The morning I awoke with an unbearable feeling of dread, they were here. My wolf — the one with wild instincts and primal warnings — was nervously pacing, agitated in a way I knew had nothing to do with pregnancy hormones or medical anxieties.
“Something’s not right,” I murmured into the void of the room, my hand moving instinctively to protect my stomach.
But what was wrong, exactly? Selena's pitch yesterday had sounded convincing enough. Her apologies had sounded genuinely regretful, and her advice on the garden walk was medically sound. Perhaps I was simply paranoid, seeing a threat where there was none because I had been alone and scared for so long.
When Selena showed up with a basket of medicinal herbs and that warm, maternal smile, I almost talked myself out of believ
