I opened the envelope. Inside was a medical report. It was dated 2 weeks ago. Patient: Tessa Hunter. Status: Pregnant: 8 weeks. My heart stopped. The world tilted on its axis. Pregnant? She didn’t tell you yet, Eleanor said softly. She wanted to surprise you when you came home. She went to Victor that night to tell him she was leaving the family for good.
She told him, “My child will not grow up around a monster like you. My child will be a hunter, not a wolf.” I stared at the paper. My hands were shaking. A baby? We were having a baby. Victor couldn’t handle that. Eleanor continued. He couldn’t handle the idea of his bloodline being mixed with yours. He calls you a mongrel. He wanted to wipe the slate clean.
He wanted to kill the baby. I looked up at her. The rage I felt before was a candle flame. What I felt now was a nuclear explosion. Did Did the baby survive? I asked, my voice cracking. Elellanar looked down. The report from the ER said trauma to the abdomen. I don’t know, Hunter. I’m sorry, I stood up.
