It’s a dark wood, with no Halloween decor whatsoever, which is disheartening. But when he opens the door, there’s a woman screaming on his dining room table.
“A witch? No!” the woman shrieks and then cries out in pain.
“She’s the only one who can help you right now. Do you want to save your baby?”
“What does it matter?” the woman cries out.
I point to the woman and then arch my brow at Silas.
“It’s not mine. It’s the previous Alpha’s. He skipped town and now it seems the baby shifted in the womb.”
My mouth gapes open. “That can happen?”
“I’ve only heard rumors, old wives’ tales. Most shifters don’t shift until they’re five, unless their wolf is being suppressed.”
“I can’t do this,” the woman cries.
I pull out my wand and she shifts back. “I’m not going to hurt you. What’s your name?”
“Paige,” she says softly, sniffling.
“Okay, Paige. I’m going to run a diagnostic on you and the baby. I’ve delivered five babies so far, well, and one human in the Wal-Mart parking lot.”
“Great,” she sniffles as the front door opens and I look back, noticing it’s Jonas.
We haven’t even formally spoken. He was always quiet at Mander’s; we weren’t close. Especially not the way he was with Silas, maybe I had some resentment when Silas chose to hangout with Jonas instead of me.
He doesn’t greet me at all.
Instead, his mouth gapes open as he stares down at the sweaty woman in pain.
“My mate,” he whispers, and it’s almost instantaneous as some of the fear leaves her and she looks back at Jonas.
“It can’t be,” she says with a gasp.
Jonas, clearly never having met this woman before, places a cool rag on her forehead and holds her hand, before his eyes turn on me.
“You will fix my mate, now, witch,” he says.
“Watch your tone,” Silas says, putting a hand on my shoulder. Jonas immediately slightly bows, obeying his Alpha as he goes back to consoling the woman he just met who is apparently his mate, which is important?
There’s clearly a lot about the wolves that we don’t understand.
“Everyone, just be quiet,” I say, holding my wand to her stomach and watching as the bright glow of two diagnostics show before me.
The wolves in the room look on with amazement, not able to read anything. Jonas puts a hand on her stomach and I glanceover at them. They literally just met. How can he care for her so instantaneously?
The baby’s vitals change at his touch. When Jonas moves his hand, the vitals falter.
“Keep your hand on her stomach. He likes it,” I say.
“He?” Paige asks with tears in her eyes.
Jonas tears up as well, even though it’s evident this child isn’t his. What the fuck is happening?
I try not to focus on everything going on around me and I don’t even answer Paige as I glance at the image of the baby in the womb. Sure fucking enough, it’s a goddamn wolf pup in her stomach.
“What the fuck?” I whisper to myself, not thinking.
