Tempest
Magical mating? Seriously? That pack doctor of theirs was really something.
It was in the middle of the day, but I was still in my bed. I heard Tosha’s “Baby? Baby?” again, followed by “Bloody sorceress!” to pipe her down, I waved a hand and her food pellets appeared next to her.
I sighed when Tosha went quiet. I rolled to lie on my stomach, my face buried in the soft pillow that smelled like Zhi—conifer and grass and then conifer and musk—as I unconsciously procured it by magic.
Zhivka… Zeith… Zhi… I thought miserably.
Ugh! I was really going out of my mind! The way Zhi sounded, he was really desperate to have someone to carry the baby safely and deliver it in due time. But there were many r
