Chapter 147

Silvia "Everything's looking absolutely beautiful, Silvia. Your little wolf cub is developing perfectly... nineteen weeks and thriving! I bet you're crossing off calendar days. Thought about names yet?" Dr. Wilson's voice bounced cheerfully around the examination room. Her words, meant to be reassuring, hit me like a punch to the gut. My wolf Keal whimpered inside me, a mixture of joy and anxiety flowing through our bond. *It's real, Silvia. So real now,* Keal whispered in my mind. *Our pup is strong.* I forced my lips into what I hoped resembled a smile and shook my head. "Not yet. Still... processing everything." The weeks had been sprinting by at a frightening speed. Three and a half months had vanished since I'd started at Legacy. My pregnancy wasn't as obvious as I'd worried; even approaching the mark of a werewolf's six-month gestation, casual observers couldn't tell I was carrying. I'd become an expert at disguising—flowing tops, oversized sweaters, strategic scarves—anything to