Danisha
"What? You're pregnant?" I whispered, elated by the news of Astrea's pregnancy. She was literally glowing. While everyone else was having a great time at the reception, the girls and I went inside to freshen up our makeup.
"Yeah. Actually, I'm already two months pregnant," she said.
"What! And you went to war carrying your pup!" I almost screamed.
She waved her hand as though it wasn't an issue.
"Come on. We are werewolves and our pups are strong," she grinned. "Besides, you also smell like something's cooking inside."
"No," I denied, but when Ximena snickered in my head, I went silent. Could my Lycan know something I didn't?
"You really think that the nauseousness was because of the anxiety?" she asked me.
My lips parted as I cast a worried glance at Astrea. "How did
