Mary Ann’s POV
My hand tightened around Modric’s.
A healer wanted a private meeting about changes in the completed mate bond.
There was only one explanation my mind offered.
Pregnancy.
Fear moved through me so quickly that the bond carried it before I could hide it.
Modric’s wolf reacted at once.
Not with excitement.
Concern.
He turned toward me.
“Mary Ann.”
“It is too soon.”
He understood immediately.
“We do not know what they want.”
“What else would two healers want to discuss the morning after the bond completed?”
His expression tightened.
I pulled my hand away and stood, gathering the blanket around myself before remembering I was still wearing my nightdress.
The room suddenly felt too small.
The council had only just stopped discussing heirs.
Modric had stood before
