*~Young Lilith's POV~*
Another month slipped by, and my stomach had grown heavy, round, and impossible to ignore. I was now well into my third trimester. Six months had passed since I'd been with Wendy, and in that time, we had grown closer than I ever thought possible.
I knew her daily routine by heart—the way she hummed when she prepared herbs, the exact time she rose to check the garden—and she knew mine, right down to the hours when my body begged for rest.
But still, I had never told her the truth. She knew nothing about my crescent blood, nothing about the shadows of my past. I hadn't dared cast spells in front of her, partly because my body was too weak to even attempt such things, but also because I wanted to keep her safe. And yet, despite my silence, Wendy cared for me with a devotion that almost felt maternal. She studied me carefully, always providing the right mixture of herbs, always ensuring I ate enough to keep the child inside me strong.
