Arabella's POV

The only problem with being high is eventually you come down.

Being pregnant had been my high. I had been happy. I felt loved, felt wanted. I had loved, dreamt, hoped and seen a future when I should have been scared of the aftermath.

My body healed. My belly was flat and concave again in days thanks to the genetics of being a werewolf. If I tried a little I could imagine it all being a dream. The only problem was when I opened my eyes, Margaret was gone.

The painful part was Margaret's sacrifice had been in vain because the child had died anyway. The baby was...