Time had passed. A lot of it. Though Rían wasn’t sure how much, since there was no way to gauge it. After his emotions had run dry and Jenaveve had fallen asleep in his arms, all he could do was stare aimlessly at the metal door in front of them. He wished his eyes would close, wished his mind would rest. But his eyes were too red, too sore to relax, and his mind was constantly bombarded with Tori’s revelation and Jenaveve’s remorse.
It was too quiet in here to drown out his loud thoughts.
He believed Jenaveve when she said she didn’t know about the pregnancy. Their sëxual encounters could be counted on both hands, so who would have thought that one of them had produced a child? Yet, it only takes one time. For a shifter wolf with a pregnancy duration of four to five months long, it’s a
