Selene
“Maybe I should call him?” I suggest to Drake.
“Selene, Bastien will call when he can.” My friend replies, for what seems like the thousandth time. I can tell he’s getting tired of my constant fretting, but his frustration cannot ease my worries, no matter how guilty I feel. “You mustn’t allow yourself to become overtaxed. It’s not good for the baby.
Why is it that men always feel so confident in telling women what is or isn’t good for their children, when they would never be able to bear the toil of actually bringing one into the world themselves? I ask Luna.
Because they’ve convinced themselves they’re the stronger gender. My wolf replies, And it comforts them to think they have some control in these things.
Idiots. I mutter internally, letting my grumpiness take full cont
