Autumn stood in front of the mirror, the red dress clutched tight in her hand.
It was the kind of dress meant to be seen, to be admired, to be touched with the eye.
The kind of dress that screamed ' look at me' when all she wanted was to disappear.
Her fingers trembled as she lifted the hem of the dress she was wearing…a simple but comfortable donation from the Bloodfang pack.
Beneath it, her stomach was still flat, unmarked??Not really! Her scars were still there but there was no visible sign of the lives growing inside her.
Her pups.
Kieran's pups.
The mere thought of it broke a dam somewhere. The flood came rushing. Pain, regret, rage, and something terrifyingly close to happiness tangled together in her chest,then burst forth, until she could not breathe.
