AMIRA
My legs were so heavy as I dragged them tirelessly back home. Inara’s words were like a heavy weight on my chest, making it almost impossible for me to breathe.
There was a strong urge to place my hands against my belly but I was too conscious that people might suspect the truth I desperately wanted to hide for now.
I was pregnant.
I was 18, had just gotten a mate for the first time in werewolf history in over a century, was without a wolf, and was pregnant.
I suddenly wanted to throw up as fear consumed me. Everything was happening too fast and it felt like my life was going down a negative spiral.
Turning 18 should have been the point where my life started to steer in the direction of my carefully planned future.
It wasn’t supposed to be a time when everything went wrong, an
