I woke up with morning sickness and apparently to the smell of my own vomit and the flutter in my belly kicking like it was trying to punch its way out. The basin was already there but I barely made it before everything came up again. My hands shook on the cold stone. The witch's mark on my chest flared so hot I gasped, a thin red line pulsing under my skin like it was a cane mark.
Darius came up behind me in a heartbeat, one hand rubbing my back, the other holding my hair. "Easy," he muttered. His voice was rough from no sleep.
Kane handed me a cup of water into my without speaking. Rylan paced by the window, axe already strapped across his back, staring south like he could burn my father's camp with his eyes.
I rinsed my mouth and straightened. The room spun for a second, but the latent alpha blood pushed back hard. "I'm fine. The kid's just letting me know it's awake."
