(Morrigan’s P.O.V)
I had been feeling off-color for a while now, but with everything that had been going on over the last few months, I thought it was stress. Until the vomiting started, thank the Goddess Danu above that I was able to conveniently hide my toilet bowl worship from Rian. I decide that it’s time to go see Dr. Wyatt, one of our pack doctors so I enlist my mother and Roisin to come with me on the off chance something happens. The nurse welcomes me back with an awkward curtsey to which I visibly cringed.
“That bad huh?” She giggles.
“The worst, but please I’m not expecting everyone to bow and curtsey to me. Literally, nothing changes but the titles and the meaning behind them. So please, don’t EVER do that again.” I say laughing.