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“Lots of reasons. If someone has a health issue, if they’re getting older but don’t want to commit to surgery, if they’re a victim of sexual abuse, if they’re genuinely not prepared, or if they don’t have someone to see them through it.” She shrugs when Orson raises his eyebrows. “My job is to assist women into handling their needs, whatever they may be. I might focus more on antenatal care, but we do also deal with prenatal care here too without judging.”
“How are you feeling?” Orson asks, glancing at me, but I shrug.
“This has been a lot of information,” Kat says, giving me a small smile. “How about you go away and digest it whilst we wait for your results. I’ve got some pamphlets I’ll give you, and we can have a follow up appointment tomorrow morning after we’ve had some time to process?”
“Sure,” I say, nodding. “That sounds great, thanks.”
“Lovely.”
She grabs the needed things, and then we’re on our way out with reassurances to call if we have any more questions before tomorrow.
But she’s made it pretty clear what my options are.
My choices are to have a baby or to kill myself.
What the fuck kind of life is that?
NORA’S WOLF
My human’s mind is dark. Destructive. Empty.
She’s scared.
But she’s wrong. She thinks we’re not ready for pups.
But we are. Our body is ready. Our womb is ready. I am ready.
She’s the thing that’s not. She’s scared she’s not strong enough.
She doesn’t understand that she’s the strongest part of us.
But she’s going back to the dark place.
And this time? I don’t know if I’m going to be able to stop her.
35
GRIFFIN
“Do you think she’s okay?” Cevon asks, frowning as Nora heads into the room with Orson.
“She’ll be fine,” I reassure him. “Kat’s a decent doctor. My dad’s worked with her for a few of his patients, and he’s never had anything but nice things to say about her.”
He nods and glances around the room, his eyes settling on a woman with a toddler and an obvious baby bump. I strain my ears and hear two healthy heartbeats that are running just a little faster than that of the woman carrying them.
“Do you want to go for a walk?” I offer.
“No.”
I nod, still watching him. He crosses and uncrosses his ankles as he stays focused on the little boy reading a lift the flap book.
“Is this hard?” I ask, and he sighs and draws his eyes away from the boy as if it physically pains him.
“What business is it of yours?”
“It’s not, but if you ever want to talk… I’m here to listen,” I say, and he sneers at me. Charming.
“If I wanted to talk, you’d not be someone I confided in,” he says, glaring at me. “I’m here because Nora’s here, not to bond with the rest of you.”
