"Hank is the father of my child," Lyra's words seemed to hang in the air between us, each syllable like a dagger to my heart. Not for my sake, but for Ronan's.
I stared at my sister, unable to fully process what was happening. "Lyra, are you absolutely certain?"
She nodded miserably, tears streaming down her face. "The timing adds up. Ronan and I hadn't been together for weeks before... before that night with Hank."
"But why?" I pressed, desperate to understand. "Why would you do this?"
"Because I was terrified!" she burst out, her voice breaking. "You don't understand what it's like, Sera. Being human in this world of wolves. Every day I felt the divide growing wider. Every time someone mentioned pups or bloodlines or mates, I was reminded that I could never give him what he truly needs."
I reached for her hand, but she pulled away.
