Lewis looked away after I said I wanted a baby.
His jaw tightened like he was holding back a lot more than words. Then he spoke in that calm Alpha tone that didn't leave room for arguments.
"The person behind all of this hasn't been found," he said. "We're still in danger. So let's not talk about pregnancy for now."
"Alright," I replied.
I knew he was right. I really did.
But my chest still sank a little, like something soft inside me had been pressed down. I swallowed it, smiled like I was fine, and told myself not to be childish. Still… the disappointment stayed, quiet and stubborn.
The next few days in that small town passed too fast.
It was peaceful there. No meetings. No blood-scent on the wind. No pack politics. Just sunlight, simple food, and my mom's gentle voice in the house. I wanted to stay longer, to sit with her and help her through her pregnancy.
But Lewis and I couldn't.
