Messiah Jordy
I could not take my eyes off the mirror I stood in front of. As I unwrapped the clothes I had used to press my full chest back into my bones, tears gathered at the corners of my eyes. Yes, I know you are most definitely tired of seeing me cry, frankly, so am I. But there was only little I could do in my present situation.
My baby had insisted on staying, not that I knew why. Why did he or she insist on coming into a world that was going to skin it alive if it so much as reared its head from my stomach? What could I possibly do to protect him or her? I did not even know if I was carrying a boy or a girl, or if it made any difference. Was it going to make anyone love me any more, or hate me any less? The lycan king had said that both male and female were equal in his land,
