William
A Few Weeks Later
It's a Friday night, and I'm making nacho plates. Kit and Greta are in the living room, and Rebecca is pouring soda into glasses. I glance her way and feel heat wrap around me.
I'm happy.
Content.
Greta and Rebecca have joined my pack. It allows them to shape-shift easier, and I love running next to Rebecca's lycan form in the forest. She is an angel for allowing Nora to ride on her back.
My mate is fantastic.
Yet I can't shake off the feeling that something is coming. Things are going too well. Rebecca has more or less moved in, and I wake up with her wrapped in my arms every morning.
I love it, but damn, a storm better not be brewing because soon our family of two will turn to three.
My eyes land on Rebecca's cute, round stomach, and my lips twitch
