"But, should we really keep this child?"
Her voice cracked as if the weight of the unborn pup pressed heavier than the swell of her belly. The child carried a thread that could unravel the Farrington family and even Elena’s own standing. All of it tied back to Dolphus, the wolf who now stood before her.
She had already lost too much and this little life had filled it with something she dared not name. Still, the child stirred both fear and longing in her blood.
If this pup had been anyone else’s, she would have clutched it without a second thought. But Dolphus’s blood flowed in it. And that truth gnawed her bones.
“Elder Raphael Farrington would never allow this child to be born if he found out. You know that,” Elena whispered, her eyes fixed low, unable to lift them toward Dolphus.
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