Six months later:
I wake up and stretch my body. I feel a bit weird today. Nothing bad, just weird. I turn over and look at the clock on my bedside table. I’m surprised to see that I slept in today. I didn’t mean to, but I did.
It has been six months since that fateful day and Milly still hasn’t been found. Our pack is starting to get restless and fear what will come of the pack if we don’t provide an heir for them soon. Several of the pack members have asked why I haven’t gone into heat yet. We are unsure as to what to tell them. Do we tell them the truth? Do we lie to them? I sigh and shake my head. They act like I am going to be infertile in a few years when we have several wolves who go into heat well into their fifties and even later. We have time to produce an heir for them. I’m
