Kar knew, with each passing day, that Nalyda grew closer to the time of her death. Keeping food down for the femme was hard, and it was harder still to see her in the state she was in now. The growths on her body had grown larger, uncomfortable, and the moment she howled for him, for all of them, Kar gave up his hunt to shoot to her side. It was no doubt that the man would be the first there, for he was her mate. The man would slip inside the den and curl around Nalyda’s body, a soft whine leaving him. “Please hang in there, my beloved.” He would plead. Siri help them... He was about to become a father again... But at what cost?
