Evelyn
The next week passes quickly. I feel more like myself. The herbs Amara gave me helped—so did drinking both Orion’s and Ryland’s blood. Though with Ryland’s, I crave it. Sometimes, I need help to stop. He doesn’t seem to mind, but I can tell everyone’s worried about what will happen when the baby comes.
I’m worried too—petrified, really. Not just of dying… but of coming back. As a Lycan. They’ve explained what that would mean—how much it would hurt. I’ve stopped asking now.
Amara thinks I don’t have long. Thaddeus and Orion are heading into the city today to get some things. Ryland made the baby a crib by hand—took him three days, and he wouldn’t even let me into the shed until it was finished. Imogen brought over boxes of old baby clothes she’d kept from Thaddeus and Amara’s chil
