Chapter 185

• Myths about vampire bites and Lycan scratches turning humans so easily are folklore, and it’s almost impossible to turn a human into a wolf. I doubt you can pass on witch DNA without a baby, and I know even the vampires have a whole process involved in turning a human to be like them. It’s not just a bite, and boom, vampire. Wolves are born, not made. Yes, even vampires are sometimes born. I assume witches too.
• “I’m pregnant.” I breathe out, saying it aloud to myself to set it in there and push the doubt and disbelief away. I instinctively cover my abdomen with a protective flat hand, shuddering inside as I swallow those words and reconfirm to my brain that this is not a dream. “Oh my god. I am so not ready for this.” I blanche and shiver with the sudden wave of cold fear that courses through my body.
• “Are we ever?” Meadow smiles, leaning in and rubbing my belly with affection, eyes softening, and then grimaces and casts a glance Carmen’s way almost guiltily. Carmen turns to walk away and seems to be trying to look busy, keeping her eyes averted and her face straight while giving no hint of her emotions away. I can’t ignore them coming from her, though, and how overwhelming they are in this moment in small confines. The pangs of heartbreak and loneliness, the bitter despair. I feel Meadow’s sudden drop in mood, the instant regret at being so careless and hurtful, and I’m at least glad to see Meadow has found an ounce of her compassion again. I pat Meadow’s hand and give her an understanding look, nodding softly towards Carmen with a downcast flicker of my eyebrows.