Alyssa
After I have successfully emptied the contents of my stomach into the toilet, I rinse my mouth, wash my face and drink some water. I really feel like s**t now. “Are you feeling better?” Zac asks me, still rubbing my back. “I don’t know how I feel. But I do know I need to have a word with Tharlia,” I say, making him chuckle softly.
“Am I pregnant?” I asked Tharlia in my mind. “Congratulations!” she squeals in my head, causing me to grab my head to alleviate the pain. “Really b***h? Don’t yell. And why didn’t you tell me?” I asked, a little annoyed with her. “Mother said to let you find out on your own. Do you want to guess how many pups you are carrying?” she asks, sounding way too chirpy.
I don’t know why our wolves always do this. Instead of telling us, they wait for us to find
