Kennedy

After Quirin left, my mother got me settled while mumbling about my mate. Then, she finally focused on me.

“How are you feeling? Anything from Echo?”

“A bit of fluttering, but not much. She’s still weak and so am I,” I tell her.

“You lost a lot of blood, so that’s to be expected. Plus, I’m sure Echo is being a good momma wolf and making sure your pup stays safe and strong.”

I swallow the bite of food and look at my mother. “Speaking of pups, what’s this I hear ...