CHAPTER fifty-nine: The Human Council of Valeria.
Some moons later
The firelight from the hearth in the Luna’s chambers was doused as she lay awake in the morn, a little ashen.
“I would rather be with you all day long than discuss werewolf politics and human rights,” his voice was gruff as he rubbed her protruding belly.
“But you have to,’ her voice was sad, “I understand.”
“No you do not…” Conroy groaned as he placed a kiss on her tummy, “It is written all over your face.”
Amelia turned away, on her side, “It hurts Lucas.” She whispered.
He squeezed her hands, “I know it does but you have to be strong for me, for our pup.”
She gasped as another pain shot through her abdomen, tears pooled in the corners of her eye.
“Should I get you the herbs the physician gave?” Conroy asked worriedly.
“No, Lucas, I want Elena, I need her to check if everything is sound with my pregnancy.”