CHAPTER 3 Avery's POV I pushed off the edge of the cot, intent on locking the door. A sharp cramp twisted through my stomach and wrapped around my waist. My knees buckled, and I hit the stone floor, clutching my stomach as cold sweat broke out across my forehead. No. Please, Goddess, no. Healer Callum's warning from earlier echoed in my head. “You're dangerously underweight, Avery,” he'd said, looking at my frail wrists. “many years of Omega labor and skipped meals... your body barely has the nutrients to sustain itself, let alone a growing pup. You need milkroot to settle your womb, but my supply in the infirmary is completely dry.” I didn't have a single coin to buy it from the pack's herb stalls. Shepherd's Hill was steep and cold. In my condition, climbing it was foolish. But as I looked down at my trembling hands resting over my belly, I knew I had no choice. The escape could wait. I needed my strength to save this pup. After Luna Vivian's threat, asking Callum for hel
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