~Harlow’s Point of View~
“This way dear Roos,” Sir says, as he leads me down a weird hallway I haven’t seen before. But that’s hardly saying much when his house is its own town. I tune him out, and the fact that the house is too quiet. I literally haven’t seen another female or child. Though it is late, maybe it's past their bedtime.
But that’s just even more worrisome. Good things don’t happen behind closed doors after ten at night. Not in this house. As we walk, I think about what the doctor had said. I can only pray Sir will actually take his advice.
The doctor told Sir that I could potentially go into labor any day, praise my lucky stars he wasn’t a shifter doctor. So he’s guessing. His guessing is what might hopefully buy me more time.
“She-wolves are only generally in labor four
