The Pack's Nemesis
She rubs it around, pushing it into my stomach, then clicks a button.
“See right there, Quirin? That lighter area? That’s your pup’s heart,” she says.
He turns and looks at me, tears in his eyes. “That’s our pup’s heart,” he says, his voice strangled with the intensity of the emotions he’s feeling.
I hold his face and kiss him, letting our love and emotions swirl between us. I'm not surprised when I feel my mother continuing to move the wand around. I’m sure she’s looking for that second heartbeat.