“Okay.” I whispered. I laid there waiting to see our baby, missing my mates. I hate they aren’t here with me for this.
“Okay, my Queen. It seems your baby is measuring around 12 weeks. But Dr. Green informed me you mentioned a miscarriage about six weeks ago. Is that correct?” She asked me, and I nodded.
“So I would say that you conceived right after that. You measure 12 weeks in human pregnancy, but for wolves, that’s around 6 weeks. I don’t think you’ll go as long as a witch pregnancy, but we will ultrasound you every week to see how the baby is growing. How does that sound?” She asked me.
“Okay.” I told her, before she turned the screen, and I was now looking at our baby. I covered my mouth to snuff the sound of my sob that was threatening to escape. It was just a black and grey grai
