85. Raven
"You are a fool, Raven, you have always been a fool," I muttered to myself, my voice choking with emotion as fresh tears spilled down my cheeks.
I reached up to wipe them away, and Wren’s voice echoed in my mind, 'A pregnant woman shouldn’t cry too much. The emotions affect the pups'. Her words made me pause, my hands trembling in mid-air, just as I sensed someone land behind me.
I spun around like a bullet, heart pounding as I thought it was Norman. But before I could see anything, something covered my eyes. Darkness swallowed my sight.
“What are you doing?” I blurted, panic swelling in my chest like a wave ready to crash.
No, maybe it was Wren, playing one of her silly pranks. Or Anna, trying to cheer me up. I tried to console myself, force logic into my spiraling thought
