DESDEMONA

I barely slept that night, every time I closed my eyes, I saw the calendar. The little marks I had counted over and over again kept appearing in my mind, reminding me of something I desperately wanted to ignore.

My cycle was late.

It could mean nothing. Stress could affect the body, and I had experienced enough stress since arriving at the pack to last a lifetime. Between Alaric, Muna’s return, the secrets surrounding his mother, and the strange power awakening inside me, I had barely known peace.

There had to be another explanation.

There had to be.

I sat up in bed and pulled the blanket away from...