Chapter .40.
We are made
of all those
who have built
and broken us
-atticus
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The weeks came. They fell away from me as I watched each day come and go. Each hour, minute and second a racing clock that acted like a final countdown now. A timer that was waiting- ticking slowing away.
There seemed to be no physical change.
Orion was disappointed in that. He wanted the full belly and roundness that showed his future joy. My work as a warrior and Alpha made it so that my body could not betray me. It did not seem like I was with child. Just that I was sick. Unwell.
The signs all pointed to some sickness, but I don't think the pack had a grasp on what ailed me. Something of stress -of lack of leadership and strength in the new position of Alpha.
Something like that.