Still Clarita's POV

With Serene by my side, I enter the hospital.

I look around a little uncomfortably, particularly sensitive to the presence of werewolves. I don't have the instinct to distinguish them from others, but somehow I'm sensitive to their presence.

This must have something to do with my baby, who clearly has the most werewolf genes. Two months into the pregnancy and it's already kicking, which is unusual for its age. But I'm glad it's alive and well, and sometimes I can lie still on the bed and wait for it to be ready for training again.

My friend goes to the desk and signs us in.

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