Ellen
It has been several minutes since Christian went to investigate the mysterious crash from our kitchen. I’m beginning to feel restless. What the heck is happening in there? Why isn’t he back yet?!
I anxiously stroke my hand over my swollen belly, the delicate skin stretched taut and warm beneath my fingertips. The life that grows within me is a miracle. I can’t wait for our child to be born, but at the same time, my pregnancy is also a source of anxiety. Since my child belongs to Christian, there are good chances that our old pack and Claire will put a target on their head. It might have already happened.
What if it’s an assassin inside our kitchen?
No.
That’s impossible...right?
I convince myself of that, but as the seconds tick by without sound or movement, my heart begins to
