Cecelia
For a few hours, everything was right in my universe. I was cuddled up in the arms of the man I loved, my true, fated mate. He had discovered his unborn pup for himself, and suddenly I felt like the weight of the world had been lifted from my shoulders.
Keeping the knowledge of his child from him had never felt right to me.
We made love until we were both too exhausted to move. It was ever so tempting to remain there, cloistered away in the woods, where the problems of families and packs and politics couldn’t reach us. But all too soon reality crept in, along with the cold night breeze and the rather hard gravelly ground under that one sleeping bag, and we decided we better head back and find our clothes before the morning patrol found them for us.
We slipped back inside
