KAYLA POINT OF VIEW

Six months had passed since my parents separated, since Aiden and I ended things, and since the Blue Wave pack returned to their land. In those six months, I chose distance. From Dante, from Zuko. From everything that reminded me of pain. I needed space to breathe, to think, to survive.

I rested my palm on my stomach, feeling the gentle curve beneath my dress. My belly was no longer something I could hide. Life was growing inside me, quiet but strong, a constant reminder ...