Mag-log inHunter“Hunter, put me down!” Faythe slams her fists against my chest but I keep walking. I know Starling will find another way to help my Beta, but I will not allow her to put my pregnant mate in harm's way. Starling isn’t even sure if the potion will work; it's a hail mary that she wants to try an
Faythe“I was too hard on him.” I whisper more to myself than Hunter; he’s too busy rubbing his hands protectively over my stomach while grinding himself against my ass to sense the turmoil going on inside of me. “He’ll get over it.” Hunter purrs while pressing kisses to the side of my neck. It's a
FaytheI haven't left the house much since I got pregnant; my wolf normally demands I stay close to my nest and keep other scents from getting on me but today she’s the one crying out for blood. I feel eyes on me as I waddle my way through the Pack and up the Pack house; no one says anything and I h
FaytheI can’t keep the smile off my face as I watch Alice help me open the latest gift sent from my Uncle Luca. he’s not been back to see me since the night he found me tied to the stone with Jacob trying to mark me but he’s sent gifts for each month of my pregnancy. I understand the unspoken words
Faythe“I’ll try anything at this point.” I grab the bottle from Hunter and turn it up into my mouth before anyone can say anything. Hunter waits a heartbeat before jumping off the sofa and rushing over to the small kitchen. Jenny holds her hand out for the empty bottle while I twist on the sofa to
FaytheJenny might be one of the fiercest she-wolves I’ve ever met. I’ve done nothing but glare at her since she walked into my little home and she hasn’t even flinched. Checked my blood pressure – glare. Temperature check – glare. Hands pressed lightly against my stomach – glare. Takes my blood – g







