I remain silent, I have not the slightest intention of talking about what clearly hurts me. So, I try to fall asleep, although with everything I've slept, it's not possible for me.“Rain, I need us to do this together, because I can't do it alone.” says my mother and I stay silent.I don't want to look like a capricious girl, but, I have no interest in talking about what all these days, has been tormenting me. I am tired and the truth is, talking about it I will feel more exhausted.“The best thing is that we talk about what happened yesterday.” says my mother, then taking a deep sigh “Leave us alone for two hours. When they come back, she'll be ready.”The women leave and everything is left in an overwhelming silence, where I can't rest even a little. So, I stay motionless wishing that my mother believes that I am asleep.“You've been through a lot and I ruined it a lot more yesterday.” says my mothe

If there is something that I have to admit, it is that my mother is having a lot of patience to deal with me and that makes me feel confident at least a little bit. There is no longer the rude woman, much less the impulsive one who hit me yesterday, but instead, there is the gentle mother who always spoiled me when I was little.As he has asked me, I take the first step, which is to take the glove and start lathering up. Although I know that that does not give the solution to what is mortifying me, at least, I am doing something different other than immersing myself in my own misery.My mother claps a little and gets out of the shower, to look at me from outside, thanks to the transparent walls. Soon I start to prepare everything for my departure while I take my time to lather up all.As I did previously. he let the water completely wet me, erasing all traces of soap on me and I sigh deeply, knowing that I must face a rather big struggle” the struggle to survive

Hearing her words immediately, I hug her. My mother is a strong-willed woman, even though she is an alpha recessive. So, to hear that she has asked for help so that she can be the person I need with me, is something surprising.Because this shows that the pride and haughtiness that characterizes her in most of the things she does, have been forgotten by the maternal love she has for me. Proving that what she feels for me is stronger than her own characteristic traits rooted in her.“Thank you very much for asking for help. I know it must have cost you a lot.” I say, hugging her tightly and she kisses my cheek and then moves away from me.“When you do something for your children, no matter how much it feels like it costs too much, you can do it. Pride is left in the background and you just want your child to be happy.>> You'll soon know what it feels like. So, you will realize for yourself that what we sacrifice for our children, actually

Although the idea excites me a lot, I immediately recoil because I know the reason I haven't been to the doctor until now. Whether in Russia, or in any other part of the world, if I go to a clinic and get the relevant exams, my pack will be alerted because that information will be attached to my medical record.There are few hospitals that treat werewolves because it is not profitable as a business. Since, there are few times when we get hurt and when it happens, there are healers in our pack who help us with natural medicine, something related to our species.But every hospital, whether for us or for humans, has the same system. Therefore, what they do to me will be evidenced in my clinical history and that is why I do not want to go, although I do want to see how my baby is.“It's not an innovative idea, I really appreciate it, but…“It won't be registered. It will be a ghost clinic. In addition, we will only perform an ultrasound, which will

Everything is black around me, it transformed me into a wolf and even my white fur I can't see in this overwhelming darkness. The special view that we have at night, does not let me see something and that worries me.‘Have I died?’ I ask myself mentally. I try to calm down, not knowing where I am and much less, where to fuck, I stay in the same place where I implore that something happens, even if it is a minimum light or a familiar voice, it is what I need to guide me to somewhere where there is not only darkness.“So, that's six babies.” I whisper with concern.The memories of why I lost consciousness come to my mind and I cry from happiness and also from anguish. Because a baby is not the same at six.'Then, my wedding will not be possible. No man will stand to raise six babies.’ I tell myself mentally, as I try hard not to cry. Feeling sadness for not being able to tell someone about this news, let alone hav