BACK AT STORMCLAW PACK
The atmosphere in the room was thick with tension. Izzy stood by the large oak desk, her back straight and eyes blazing. She crossed her arms tightly across her chest, trying to steady her breathing. The unease gnawing at her insides wouldn’t let her relax. The weight of the pack’s expectations was bearing down on her, pressing harder with every passing day.
Her eyes fixed on Aria, who stood across the room, her hands clasped in front of her. Aria had been loyal to Kara, and Izzy could feel the loyalty hanging between them like a blade ready to fall.
“Am I barren? Why can't I even get pregnant?” Izzy’s voice was soft, but the venom in her tone made the question sting. She didn’t want to hear the answer. She didn’t want to hear it, but she couldn’t stop herself fro
