The healer of the pack rests her palm against Nana’s abdomen, fingers quivering as they feel the faint yet definite energy within. She inhales sharply, eyes growing wide with disbelief. The quiet of the room thickens. The nearby nurses exchange furtive glances, sensing something is terribly wrong or worse—something beyond anything they would have expected.
“She is pregnant,” the healer whispers in a breath.
The words are like a stone thrown into the calm water. One of the nurses gasps, another covers her mouth in shock. It takes only a second before the weight of the revelation starts to spread.
A maid, standing at the doorway with a pile of bloodied linens, stiffens. Her eyes darts from Nana’s unconscious body to the healer. “Pregnant?” she echoes, her voice sharp with curiosity. “Are
