Aria’s POV
The news took me a long moment to process. Long enough, it seemed, for Cathy to grow worried.
“You okay, sweetheart?” Cathy asked, stepping closer to me.
These past two days, I’d started having pregnancy reactions to things. As a Healer, I knew this was an inevitability, but knowing about it did not make it more comfortable.
“I’m going to be sick,” I managed to get out. With Cathy’s helped, I rushed to the bathroom, where I proceeded to attempt to upheave what was in my stomach. Cathy took away my mask and held back my hair.
Inside of me, my wolf moved to offer me what comfort she could. This shift in her attention caused my scent to reappear and my hair color to return to its lighter brown hue.
When my dry heaving had passed for the moment, I sat back on my haunches. Cath
