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“I may have to put it off for a while,” I said, purposefully not looking down at my belly where my eyes wanted to go.

“Until after the next moon?” Blithe arched a brow.

“Sorta,” I shrugged.

“Do you think there’s something else we need to do to save Terrick?” he asked, leaning forward in his seat.

“No,” I shook my head. “I think we have that worked out. I think if Liam’s right he just had to figure out what set him on the wrong path and we think---” I took a deep breath.

This wasn’t exactly my story to tell, was it? Except Terrick was my true-mate and my fate was all wound up in his.

“He sees spirits,” I said, remembering not to say ghost. “His dad’s been around since he died but he’s not the problem. He has a problem that needs solved, but the problem was the enemies his mother slew followed him around and it made him crunchy.”

“None of them have shown up here, have they?” Blithe’s eyes shifted to that of his wolf as he looked around.

“Only his dad as far as I know,” I admitted, “but I think we met all the requirements to make Frost’s spell go the way we need it to.”

“Is there something else going on? Just the new mate stuff?” Blithe asked, worry creasing his brow.

I opened my mouth to tell him, but stopped short. Telling one of my relatives would be like telling everyone. Still, if Blithe wanted to turn over a new leaf maybe I should give him a chance.

“Can you keep something to yourself?” I asked him.

“Of course,” he nodded.

“I’m pregnant. We just had the test three days ago. I haven’t been to the clinic because my wolf hasn’t relaxed about it yet. He threatens to bite anyone who touches his belly.”

Blithe’s eyes lit up and I let out a long, relieved sigh. Some secret part of me feared he’d overreact to the news. It wasn’t exactly the ideal time to be pregnant with Terrick’s fate hanging in the air.

“That’s great news!” Blithe grinned. “And a good reason to put off writing a book. Get all the sleep you can now. I know everyone says that, but really do it. All the sleep. Sleep until you go into labor because one day the kid will discover its tail and mew about it all night.”

“My poor brother,” I chuckled. “Do you want to take a nap on the sofa?”

“Would you mind?”

“Not at all,” I grinned. “I’m going to bake something today. I’m happy. That’s always a good time to bake. It’s where my good mood cakes come from.”

“Don’t use too much blood, brother,” he yawned. “You’re feeding for at least two now.”

“I’ll be careful. I know my limits. I’m not even considering multiples yet.”

“Runs in the family,” Blithe smirked.

“You just want me to be miserable with you,” I laughed.

“Maybe,” he yawned and headed off to the living room to take a nap.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Terrick

“So is that house your house now?” Salta asked, sipping on her blood boba tea.

“It is,” I nodded. “We talked to Liam and Bobby a few days ago. We’re going to stay here and figure it all out.”

“Figure what out?” Salta asked, barely taking her lips off the straw to speak.

“Life,” I laughed. “You’ll understand when you’re older.”

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