#Chapter 52 Shift or Die

I curled up on the floor, miserable and in pain. I was too weak to even try to stand up. I shivered uncontrollably. It wasn't even that cold, but I could not stop shaking. My wolf had managed to guide me through the aftermath of labor. The bleeding finally slowed. I knew it could take days to entirely stop. They gave women special pads at the hospital for that. I had one, already soaked, towel. At least my odds of infection were low. They would be basically zero if I wasn't a half-blood. Werewolves didn't get sick. But my human side left me vulnerable. How long was Eva planning to leave me there? Was she ever planning to come back? I knew she hated me, but did she hate me enough to let me die? Waiting on Eva to show me even a single hint of mercy was pointless. She had never seen me as anything but a slave, a tool to use and discard. And she'd found the perfect way to discard me. I'd never be found, Eva was the only other person who knew about the passages. I tugged at the