(Aria)
I pick up my tea cup and take a sip, enjoying the warmth. Kael is still talking about announcing the pregnancy to the pack, but I'm only half listening. The morning sickness has made me exhausted and distracted.
"What do you think?" Kael asks.
"About what?"
"About waiting another week before we tell everyone."
"That sounds good," I agree, taking another drink of tea.
The taste is slightly off, but I assume it's just my pregnancy changing how things taste. Dr. Monroe warned me that would happen.
"Are you listening to me?" Kael asks with amusement.
"Sorry. The pregnancy brain is real. What were you saying?"
But before he can answer, pain shoots through my stomach. Not the normal nausea of morning sickness. This is different. Sharper. Wrong.
"Aria?" Kael's voice sounds distan
