🤍RAV🤍 "No." A laugh tore out of me, humorless, brittle, the kind of sound that scrapes on its way out instead of easing anything. "No, it couldn't be." Wren just watched me with those steady eyes and did not argue, which somehow made it worse. If she'd laughed back, if she'd told me I was being ridiculous, I could have believed her. Instead she sat there quiet and let the silence do the arguing for her. The universe could not possibly be this cruel. It happened once. One night, one drunk alpha, one mistake buried under suppressants and lies and two years of careful survival, and it could not just casually reach into my life and plant something there without so much as a warning. "Rav." Wren's voice was careful now, the kind of careful people use when they already suspect the answer is going to hurt. "When was your last heat?" I frowned. The question did not even make sense at first, like she'd asked it in a language I used to speak but had forgotten. "What?" "Your last heat.
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