Avery’s POV
The hunger pains had gotten worse.
“You need to eat,” my wolf whined. “If not for yourself, then for the baby…”
I clenched my jaw and rolled over on my bed, shivering beneath the pile of furs. “There won’t be a baby to worry about if he forces me to abort it.”
My wolf whimpered in response, but she knew I was right. I’d been on my hunger strike since yesterday—hadn’t eaten a single thing since breakfast, which I threw up after only eating a single bite of scrambled eggs.
It wasn’t easy. Not while I was pregnant. And honestly, I didn’t even know if it was making a difference. It felt like I was locked in a battle of wills with Asher, both of us waiting for the other to back down to no avail.
But I would keep going. I’d made my demands: let me keep my baby, or I would starv
