I roll around lazily on my motel room bed. I've been stuck here for almost three days eating nothing but take out. I'm nervous that Keaton is getting close to finding me, but I can't exactly take off because there's five feet of snow blocking all roads. I haven't even gotten around to visiting a doctor to check on the baby. I don't know if its safe to go to a regular obstetrician because I'm a werewolf and so is my little baby. I can't trespass onto another packs land to see a pack doctor, so right now I'm in a tight bind.
I'm brought out of my thoughts by my phone, vibrating around on the nightstand. I reach over carefully, trying not to put pressure on my belly.
I tap the screen, "Hello?"
"Lo, thank god you answered. Where are you?" Christina asks. It's our third call and we've gotten
