Pregnancy is not an illness. But when your husband-werewolf senses an heir from miles away, and the clan demands “a little wolf” by the time of the full moon, you want to flee into the human world. Too bad you can’t really hide there either:
— Veilin, I’m not an incubator! — I try to explain, while he sets up the nursery.
— Our son deserves the best.
But the son is only the beginning.
Shadows from the past rise up behind me. Someone is hunting our baby. Veilin’s father demands the impossible. And Garu, the mysterious spirit, affects not only my life. And now I know: my husband can turn not only into a wolf, but also into an incessant stubbornhead.
When the clans declare war, and in my medical chart it’s written: “Heir with wolf DNA and a developmental anomaly,” there are only two options:
1) Hide in the forest, give birth in a den, and hope we won’t be found.
2) Become the most dangerous mother in the werewolf history.
But Veilin votes for the third option:
— We’ll have a daughter. I know what needs to be done…
P.S. If you thought childbirth is scary, you just haven’t seen Veilin howl at an ultrasound…