Carmella sat on the edge of her bed staring at the floor. She was trying to figure out how she had gotten to this place. She was pregnant, and an alien was in her basement …
She rubbed her face. Had she made a mistake? No. There was nothing that she would have done differently. She would not have allowed her wolf to kill him, and she couldn't allow him to go hungry when she had food to spare. And she definitely would not watch him freeze out in the barn.