"Anna? Oh, hi!"
Anna jumped but then smiled vaguely, on edge, "Hello."
Sally, one of the werewolf under Arthur's pack said, as she leaned against the counter and looked her over, "Wow, look at you."
"I know…" Anna said. Fourth months plus one week and her shirts were starting to be extremely difficult to button down.
She had taken to wearing t-shirts, which Arthur liked quite a lot more than she had expected the man to. They were easy to remove, the alpha cited.
But a coat still concealed the bulk of her, making it possible to go out without attracting too much attention.
Save for those that knew, of course.
"I actually came here for advice. When does your shift get off?"
"In six hours, but I can take my lunch now." Sally told her, accepting the whole thing in stride. "One second
