POV: Violet
There are certain moments in life where you feel like the floor disappears beneath you.
The text from my period tracker app flashing “5 days late” was one of those moments.
The little pink calendar mocked me.
Five days. That wasn’t just stress late. That wasn’t oops, my cycle is being quirky again late.
That was holy crap, maybe you’re pregnant by your six foot three, silver haired, smug as hell wolf boyfriend late.
And I wasn’t ready.
Not because I didn’t love Ray god, I loved him so much it scared me but because… how was I supposed to raise a kid when I wasn’t even sure what he was? Wolf? Human? Half the time I wasn’t sure if the man could pay taxes legally.
So, like a coward, I bought a pregnancy test.
And then, like an even bigger coward, I shoved it into the botto
