Chapter .45.

Maybe the wolf is in love with the moon,  and each month it cries for a love  it will never touch *** ~DAISY~ Daisy didn't want to grow attached to the growing child within her. Didn't want to feel the motherly love she already, deep down felt. Helen was doing well. She had made it past the first five months, no mishaps in sight. When it looked like there would be no chance for a miscarriage, Daisy asked once again, if she could leave. But the laugh of the Elder was the only reply. She couldn't bring herself to name the child. Couldn't handle it. As the weeks went by she slowly though, fell more and more in love. With every kick, every bump, every early morning sickness and increasing back pain. Her love grew. And her sorrow. She cried when none of the pack's eyes were watching her. Cried that she was doing something so cruel to him. That she wasn't letting him see their child. See him grow. And that she was doing this al