*Cora’s POV*
I sit on the blanket Grant had laid out for me, sipping the hot chocolate Shay handed to me. It was a cold morning, but I gladly sat outside as I watched Adrian through the steam that came from the mug I now clutched with both my hands. My jersey sleeves were pulled down to only allow the tips of my unvarnished fingers to peak through. Adrian had greeted his pack, our pack, before they set off running laps around the field. I am surprised at the attendance, practically every male between the ages of thirteen and fifty five were here. A few women also attended, but their numbers weren’t as strong as the men’s.
I feel my pregnancy hormones get the better of me as I watch Adrian pull his shirt over his head, the damp heat coming off his muscles in waves as against the dark b
