Everything makes more sense after admitting to loving Ryder. Weight lifts from my shoulders, making the ongoing backaches a bit more manageable. I have the family I at no time imagined wanting.
It’s what the pack slowly becomes as the days turn into weeks. Mia, sour from the outside but incredibly sweet, has become a friend to me. And while she’s commented multiple times she wishes I could shift and run with her, she accepts human walks through the forest as we talk about everything and anything from pack life to coven life to pregnancy, including who she wants to take as a mate.
I’ve also been accepted by the older shifters, such as Dinah and the other women who have been a useful but horrifying book of knowledge about all things babies. They’re the sisters, mothers, aunts, and grandmot
