Rosalie
It had been a week since we arrived at Wolfridge. And it had been the longest week of my life. For the most part, we had fallen into a routine. But for me, I found myself constantly on edge. We had no way of contacting home. Even the mate bond gave me little comfort.
There had been next to no news at all. Bar a few stranglers that had joined us a few days later. The guards that had come with us took residence on the wall that protected us, a constant look out for any sign of danger or a messenger with news from home.
Although I could still feel his pull deep in my gut, I physically couldn’t reach him through our connection. Try as I might, the mind-link never seemed to fall into place. And to top everything off, I was now in my 9th week of pregnancy, and I was struggling.
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