Hundred and eighty-one

Arabella swatted at a twig curling towards her, grimacing as she blocked another branch from a large tree. Going hunting with Sandro was a terrible idea, but he insisted, claiming he needed her there. Despite reminding him that she was a Phoenix, not a werewolf, it seemed like he wasn't really listening.

The moon was out, not yet full, and they were waiting for it to reach its peak. Sandro explained that the full moon enhanced werewolves' abilities, making it the only sensible time for hunting. Arabella just wanted to curl up in bed with a duvet, enjoying a peaceful sleep.

"Want to take a break?" Sandro turned, raising his brows.

"It's nice of you to remember I'm part of this journey. I'm five months pregnant, Sandro. You shouldn't have dragged me into the woods at this hour. Anything can go wrong, and it's strenuous walking with a large bump and swollen—"

Arabella trailed off as Sandro knelt in front of her, his back turned. "Get on."

"What are you doing?" she asked, frowning.

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