Fiona’s POV
I had made it my mission to disappear.
Not literally. That would’ve been easier.
Blending in was impossible when carrying a child in a pack that wanted me gone. I tried anyway.
The healer’s cabin became my world. I stuck to its shadows, moved when I had to, and kept my head down. Wolves had sharp eyes, sharper whispers, and the sharpest glares.
It was bearable—until my own body betrayed me.
Exhaustion clung to me like a second skin. My growing belly made everything harder. Every movement felt like wading through deep water, muscles aching, breath short. My back ached. My feet swelled. Nausea coiled inside me, refusing to let go.
And worst of all—
The cravings.
Not normal cravings. That would’ve been too easy.
This morning, I woke up needing peaches.
Not wanting. Need
