LAYLA'S POV
The blinds in Thea's clinic are drawn when I walk in, and she's sitting behind her desk instead of pacing around the room like she usually does. Thea doesn't sit. She treats chairs like personal insults. So the fact that she's sitting tells me something before she opens her mouth.
"Close the door."
I close it and sit across from her, then she slides a folder toward me and opens it to a page full of numbers and markers I don't understand.
"Your baby is perfectly healthy. I want to lead with that."
"But?"
"There's a compound in your bloodwork that I don't recognize." She points to a line on the page. "It doesn't belong in a standard werewolf profile. I've cross-referenced it with everything in our database, and nothing matches."
"What does that mean?"
"It means I need to
