Some moons later

　　The firelight from the hearth in the Luna’s chambers was doused as she lay awake in the morn, a little ashen.

　　“I would rather be with you all day long than discuss werewolf politics and human rights,” his voice was gruff as he rubbed her protruding belly.

　　“But you have to,’ her voice was sad, “I understand.”

　　“No you do not…” Conroy groaned as he placed a kiss on her tummy, “It is written all over ...