I was expecting to give birth after nine months, like normal humans. Instead, one cold evening I gave birth to a healthy pup.
It was shocking, painful, and terrifyingly fast. Ma and Pa, bless them, handled it like seasoned grandparents. They never pressed. They only loved.
The only consolation this gave me was that my child would probably never end up like me. It seemed like his werewolf gene overpowered his human one because of the accelerated rate he grew in. I had been human enough to be rejected, but Marco was pure werewolf.
From the moment my baby boy opened his eyes I had so much to live for. So much to look forward to. So much to smile for.
Which is something that I was seeking a lot with Astor.
It was never about love, not in the way people write in cheesy romance novels. I t
