I don’t know how long I’ve slept when Terra stirs and gets dressed. I pretend to be sleeping, not wanting to face the elf. My body aches from Terra’s constant use of it. My mind is reeling from the same.
I sigh when Terra closes the door after him, only for him to open it again. “Clean yourself up; clothes are in the closet. We will continue this later,” he promises before leaving me to my tears.
My wolf howls with me, and we curse Terra together. If only we could get rid of him! But we must make it believable that the child is his before I escape, in case he catches us before we can get back to Sam and Rory. I need to pick myself up and make the best of it.
So far, I need to concentrate on how. As long as I’m pregnant, I’m alone. It will be lonely, but it will only be me and what I can
