Christian
I stand in the doorway, watching Ellen as she gets ready for dinner. She stands in front of the mirror, adjusting her black dress. It’s almost too tight to fit her, and I can’t help but notice how much rounder she looks. It’s impossible for her to be pregnant, or at least it should be...right?
Ellen is a pureblooded werewolf, and I’m a hybrid between a werewolf and a wendigo. That should make it impossible for her to carry my child. But despite that knowledge, the thought persists, gnawing at the back of my mind as I watch her round stomach.
“Ellen,” I say, trying to keep my voice casual, “you look amazing tonight.”
“Thanks,” she replies, not looking away from the mirror. Her dark hair falls in waves around her shoulders, framing her face perfectly.
She is so gorgeous. It’s
