#Chapter 390: Desperate Times Desperate Measures

Nina That night, sleep eluded me. I found myself pacing around the kitchen, caught somewhere between a state of making tea and having a mental breakdown. My mind kept wandering back to Jessica, back to whether I should Claim her or not. Lori had been right; it was a huge decision. Life changing, even. But ever since we got the updated news about Jessica’s condition, it was feeling more and more like the only option. I could do it, I thought to myself. I could Claim her; it would be a faster process than healing, and the results would be more profound. If I successfully turned her into a werewolf, she would likely be awake and almost fully healed within one, maybe two days. Or… I could Claim her and it could be detrimental to my pregnancy. At this point, I didn’t know how to feel about that possibility. Would I rather save the life of my friend, or save the life of my unborn child—the child which, for all I knew, might very well end up stillborn? In the dimly lit room,