#Chapter 37 Watched

On Leo's orders, I spent most of my time in the library. It was a relief. I could barely lift the baskets to carry laundry anymore, and if I went down to my knees to scrub the floors I was not getting up without assistance. I still wasn't showing any sign of a baby bump, but the fatigue that the healer's journals warned about had hit with full force. I was constantly exhausted. At least in the library I could work while mostly sitting down. The archivists didn't know why I was so tired, but they still made sure I had plenty of rest. Maybe they thought I was ill. Or they just assumed that I was weaker than other wolves because of my human heritage. I never understood why the archivists were nicer to me than any of the other servants in the manor. I was just relieved that at least a small handful of the wolves of my pack didn't utterly hate me. The library had been my refuge throughout my childhood. The archivists were kind to my mother, too, and would watch me when she couldn