Chapter 49

• Two months had passed since the fall of the Bloodmoon pack, and with Arthur Green gone, a deep, unbroken peace had settled over the mountain. But inside our cabin, a very different kind of chaos had taken hold.
• Werewolf pregnancies moved at a rapid pace—a full gestation lasted a mere six months—which meant that at three months along, I was already noticeably rounded, my bump prominent beneath the soft cotton of my dresses.
• "Two healthy heartbeats," Dr. Vance declared, pulling the warm, gel-coated wand across my stomach in the medical suite. Her eyes sparkled as the rapid thump-thump-thump echoed loudly through the room. "And look right there. Clear as day. You're having a boy... and a girl."