Chapter 52 A Mother's Concern

• The joy of my pregnancy, though wonderous, was short-lived as the dreaded complications that come with werewolf pregnancy arose. It was a cloud that cast a shadow over the newfound unity of our pack. I had begun to have a sense that something was wrong, a nagging worry that refused to be ignored.
• One evening at dinner, Armand noticed my distress. "Beryl, are you alright? You seem upset by something.”
• Immediately, my mates were on alert, all eyes on me. “I’m not sure. I have a feeling that something isnt quite right. I’m not hurting, really, but I'm uncomfortable in a way that doesn’t make sense. It’s more than just a growing baby kind of discomfort.”