“I think that was a bark.”
Then Rett: “Are we being attacked?!”
“I’M LEAKING!” I screamed.
Silence.
A beat of horrified silence.
Then the sound of two grown werewolves tripping over each other and smashing into a wall.
“WHAT?!”
I threw off the sheet and tried to swing my legs down, but my body said nope. Absolutely not. You’re staying on this bed until a forklift arrives.
Rett burst through the door first, hair covered in paint, shirt on backwards, holding a tiny roller in one hand.
“Did your water break?!”
“No, I’m just spontaneously producing a kiddie pool in our bed, Rett, YES it broke!”
Robert ran in behind him, dragging one shoe and one sock, phone in hand. “I’m calling the doctor. I’m calling the pack nurse. I’m calling your mother. Who do I call?!”
“Not my mother!” I sho
