CHAPTER SEVENTY -SEVEN
I dart into the clearing, my breaths coming in quick, sharp gasps. The pack has already gathered, their murmurs forming a low, uneasy rumble that claws at my nerves. Zoe stands in the center, her posture radiating authority even as her eyes betray a flicker of reluctance.
"Everyone," she begins, her voice cutting through the chatter like a blade, "there's something you all need to know." Her gaze finds mine for a fraction of a second before she continues. "Bella has shared with me that she's expecting."
A collective gasp shatters the air, and I shrink back, feeling eyes swivel toward me, some curious, others brimming with judgment. I wrap my arms around my stomach instinctively, a protective gesture that feels both futile and necessary.
"Who's the father?" someon
