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upward and outward with her upturned palm. “All this…” She needed to ask him the truth. He might not give her a straight answer, but the question needed to be posed. “Is this because you know I’m going to die and don’t want to tell me? Please tell me the truth. I need to know.”
    He leaned his head forward, his eyes catching hers before narrowing to slits as his top lip slid back from his teeth in exasperation. “What?”
    “Everything. This house in the secluded woods. Me selling my house, the way my body has blown up, the pains I get when they kick me, the fact that I’m always so tired. If I’m going to die giving birth, then please tell me.”
    Kris physically flopped back onto the bed, groaning as he shoved back his light-brown hair. It was a gesture of complete frustration, but didn’t answer her question.
    The door creaked as it was pushed open and Mick walked in with a big bouquet of mixed roses in a vase. They might as well be lilies. He frowned at Kris and then walked over, setting the flowers on the bedside table. “Okay, what am I missing?”
    “Please tell her that she is not going to die! ”
    Mick frowned deeper. “Why would you think that you are going to die? Did something happen?”
    Ever would have repeated Kris’s frustrated gesture if she hadn’t been wedged into a sitting position by the pillows at her back. “It’s everything that has happened and needs to happen in the near future. It is the size of my body, this house, the four women that are here to care for my children because I won’t be around to do so.” She glared at her stomach. “Stop fucking kicking me! It hurts.”
    The inner sensation of violent movement instantly stopped and Ever stared down at her stomach, her hand going to stroke her swollen skin. Tears sprang into her eyes. “I’m sorry for yelling at you. I know I’m upset and I’m upsetting you also. Mommy shouldn’t yell for something that you do naturally.”
    Kris spun around and laid his head on her stomach. He put his palm to the side of her bump and began to sing softly. “Little wolves, they are so sweet, furry hands and furry feet. As they grow, they squirm and kick, to let you know they are not sick. Their bodies move, they thrash their feet, to say they soon will come to meet, their mother…their fathers…all those who now do wait. They will be born a special breed and our pups will be great.” He sighed and kissed her belly button. “You are not going to die, Ever. None of this is an indication that you will not be around after the birth. It is simply that we want life to be wonderful for you, for us. This house is special because we built it for you. You are special because you became pregnant and you are carrying our babies. We know that this is hard on you, but please stop finding reasons to think the worst. I threw out your baby book, by the way.”
    “Why?”
    “Because it is fucking up your head. This is not a human birth and you are no longer human. I’m sorry, but weres don’t have a baby manual like humans do. The information we have is passed down from generation to generation. It is not written about by a hundred different experts, all with their own opinion on the way things should be.”
    “He’s right, Ever,” said Mick. “How tired are you?”
    “Very tired.”
    “The ceremony starts in three hours and you should try and get some sleep. It will be a long night and we will be expected to stay.”
    “I’m tired of sleeping.”
    Kris sat up, giving her a smile. “We know. It won’t be much longer. How about you curl up with Mick and try to rest? We know he missed you.”
    She missed him, too. Ever still wasn’t convinced that they were telling her the full truth, but she was tired. So tired. “Okay.”
    Kris leaned forward and gave her a soft kiss. Liam followed, doing the same thing. Ever was seriously starting to miss sex. Their kisses had become vague rather than sexual and enticing. As with everything in