The rain tapped softly against the small, fogged-up window of Erin’s apartment. She sat cross-legged on the faded rug, her hands resting gently over her lower stomach. It was still small, just a subtle curve that could be easily hidden under her oversized sweaters, but to Erin, it was the center of her entire universe.
A boy.
Doctor Alvarez’s words echoed in her mind like a protective chant. Unusually strong.
She had spent the last three nights lying awake, staring at the ceiling, thinking about who this little boy would become. He was a Vargan by blood, the son of an Alpha, but he would not grow up in the sprawling forests of the pack lands. He would never be subjected to the cruel hierarchies, the sneers of the elders, or the shadows of Corin and Serai. He would be raised in the human
