Every visible inch of the Elder’s skin turned cherry red, as he stood unharmed on the sidelines. There there was barely a nick on his wrinkled skin apart from the cut in his hand. The news of my pregnancy was not celebrated by anyone, let alone myself as we stood in the middle of a war field, our numbers were down and the Guards were tired. The Elder had Demons and immortal humans, not to mention the trained werewolves and feral rogues. My only speck of gratitude was for the fact that they ...