SEEING HIS MOTHER AGAIN was more of a shock than he’d been prepared for. She hadn’t come to him on his first night, but he’d assumed she was just giving him space.
During his first communal meal with his old pack the next day, her absence had become hard to take as a coincidence, though. His father and brother were likely to be hunting, but Zyal had been there, the bump of her own belly a lot more noticeable in her slight figure, but her smile all Aalyan could focus on.
They’d spent the meal laughing together with Milthu, talking about how hungry being pregnant made them both. “I wish I could have brought you some mango,” Aalyan told her with a sigh. He knew no one would have objected but when he was allowed the bare minimum weight due to his condition, he hadn’t felt it fair to ask any
