Muriel
Jacob and Euan tumbled about on the blanket as I sat close, knotting my fingers in my skirts.
Since Wulfgar left I have barely spoken. I couldn’t stop thinking of the fight with my mate.
How long has Wulfgar known of our child? Why isn’t he happy?
If Fleur and her mates noticed my silence, they didn’t comment. The twins demanded constant attention. We clean and play with them, and take them one by one to Brenna for feeding. I walk Euan up and down the cave passageways, cuddling him and letting him explore. His contented gurgles are like knives in my heart.
If all went well, soon I would hold my own child. I thought I’d be happy, but I couldn’t stop thinking of Wulfgar’s sad expression. Does he think I would not be a good mother? He said he does not regret the babe, but when it
