Protected
The Iron Fangs clubhouse had transformed in the week since Sebastian's attack. Maya watched from her new office as pack members fortified the building, adding both physical and magical protections. Her clinic had been moved into a secure wing of the clubhouse – Blaze's insistence after the threat to their unborn child.
"Another gift from the Northern Druids," Ghost announced, carrying in a crystal that hummed with protective energy. "They're taking your pregnancy very seriously." Everyone was more protective.
Maya smiled, running a hand over her rounded belly where their pup's dual energies danced. At five and a half months, she was showing properly now, and the pack had become almost comically protective.
"The whole supernatural world is taking it seriously," she noted, watching Tank directing the installation of spelled iron gates. "I had three more packs request alliances this morning."
"Smart of them." Blaze's voice preceded him into the office. He immediately
