ELENA’S POV

“Whoever said running was fun has to be the biggest liar in the world,” Tatiana complained as she collapsed on the stairs leading to the mansion. She hit her thighs with the fist she formed on her right hand. “I’m about to break.”

“It’s not that bad,” I said, offering her a small smile. I leaned against one of the pillars to catch my breath.

“I don’t even know how you do it pregnant. Was it the juice? Are you like a super wolf? What’s the secret?” she ...