Veda

No, No, No! This can't be. It's impossible. I cannot mate. It has never happened. Why would the Goddess do this? I run until I can no longer place one foot in front of the other. My legs quiver, my sides heave. Thinking I'll never have a child is one thing. Mating a bear and making it reality is something else entirely. I thought I had given up all hope of motherhood but I lied to myself. To never hold the soft skin of a child against me again is more painful than I can ...