It made Mischa’s Luna instincts kick in pretty hard. She was rarely, if ever wrong about her thoughts on she-wolf that glowed that like, which to her meant that she-wolf was likely pregnant to be a week or so along, not yet detectable to herself or her wolf, or those around her. Not the father of her pup either, whoever he was.
She looked her over, no filigree adorned her neck, and she was, she could hear talking about the upcoming shift. If she shifted to her wolf right now, it was likely she’d destroy that pup. This wasn’t her pack and she didn’t know that she-wolf, but she couldn’t in all good conscience ignore that instinct, which was holding her attention in full now.
If she left it alone and was right, a pup could be destroyed. What if that she-wolf loved the man and wolf she was
