Epilogue
By the way, you’re pregnant.
I stop in my tracks, unable to process what Alis just told me.
Shut up.
You’re pregnant. You’ll have cubs soon. Does that make me an auntie?
Cubs? Plural?
I only feel one heartbeat.
Wait, I’m pregnant?
I just told you. Twice. Three times, now.
But I’m twenty… I’m too young to have a child. And not in this world.
“What?” Húnn suddenly asks, ripping me out of my mental conversation with Alis.
Did I say that aloud? Please tell me I didn’t.
We’re walking along a stream towards the old factory Bertie and Arnold are getting their batteries from. It’s a good excuse to spend some alone time with Húnn. I’ve been trying to do that more recently, giving each of them more attention. I don’t want any of them to feel jealous. They keep telling me that th
