The moment she had been called in; she knew it was over. She knew that all her hard work and dedication were about to go down the drain and there was nothing she could do about it. She sat staring at the carpeted floor, waiting for either one of them to say something. The suspense was killing her.
“Jenny, as your Luna, as your friend, I need you to look me in the eye and tell me the truth about the pup you are carrying,” Vicky spoke softly, without any hesitation and Jenny looked at her.
“What do you want to know?” she asked.
“You could start off by telling us who fathered that pup,” Jeffery informed, clearly agitated.
“I can’t,” she whispered. She wanted to look away, but her pride and her wolf would not allow it.
“Is it Carl’s?” Vicky pushed and Jenny wanted to throw her hands in
