*********************************Lincoln***********************************
I held the picture in my hand. It was a black and grey printout, and I could make out what looked like a little blob. Willow was pregnant.
I was confused when I opened the box and saw the tiny little shirt folded neatly on the tissue paper. But then, when I read it, my heart jumped; seeing the small picture, my Lycan stirred under my skin. Willow was carrying our cub,
"Im sorry," Her small soft voice cracked, Making me look away from the picture in my hand,
She took one step backward, and tears filled her eyes. Just as she was about to take another, I dove for her,
Wrapping my arms around her, lifting her feet off the floor,
"Willow," I nudge my nose in her neck, "You carrying our child, our cub, our baby
