On Leo's orders, I spent most of my time in the library. It was a relief. I could barely lift the baskets to carry laundry anymore, and if I went down to my knees to scrub the floors I was not getting up without assistance.
I still wasn't showing any sign of a baby bump, but the fatigue that the healer's journals warned about had hit with full force. I was constantly exhausted.
At least in the library I could work while mostly sitting down. The archivists didn't know why I was so tired, but they still made sure I had plenty of rest. Maybe they thought I was ill. Or they just assumed that I was weaker than other wolves because of my human heritage.
I never understood why the archivists were nicer to me than any of the other servants in the manor. I was just relieved that at least a sma
