Chapter 92
The aftermath of the party was a well-coordinated effort. The dining hall was cleared of cardboard and crumbs as the werewolves took responsibility for their mess, their bellies full and moods significantly improved. Allie watched with a sense of quiet satisfaction as her pack took care of their own home.
However, the "pizza coma" had hit Sarah particularly hard. The combined weight of the food and the third trimester made the grand staircase look like Mount Everest.
“I don't think I can make the climb,” Sarah groaned, leaning heavily against the doorframe.
Margot stepped up with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “I’ve got you. Close your eyes and hold your breath.”
Before Sarah could ask why, the world blurred. In a heartbeat, the scent of pepperoni and garlic was replaced
