Eleanor. Hardly a shining example of motherhood.
Somehow, three minutes passed.
Rylie picked up one of the sticks and held it to the light.
There was one pink line on the right, rich and dark and thick. She grabbed the instructions. One line was just the control to show the test was working—that didn’t mean anything.
But when she tilted the test, she could see another line, too. A very faint, but definitely pink, line. Right where the positive line was meant to show up.
Rylie dropped the first test and picked the second one up. The line was there too.
Her legs suddenly wouldn’t support her weight anymore. She sat down hard on the toilet seat.
Someone knocked on the door.
“Rylie?” Seth asked. “Are you almost done?”
She felt like she had swallowed an entire pack of werewolves, and that they were warring in her stomach. “Almost,” she croaked.
“Trevin wants another burrito. Do you want anything to eat?”
“No. I’m fine.”
Except that she wasn’t fine. And nothing was going to be fine ever again.
Rylie was pregnant.
A UTHOR’S N OTE
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Somehow, three minutes passed.
Rylie picked up one of the sticks and held it to the light.
There was one pink line on the right, rich and dark and thick. She grabbed the instructions. One line was just the control to show the test was working—that didn’t mean anything.
But when she tilted the test, she could see another line, too. A very faint, but definitely pink, line. Right where the positive line was meant to show up.
Rylie dropped the first test and picked the second one up. The line was there too.
Her legs suddenly wouldn’t support her weight anymore. She sat down hard on the toilet seat.
Someone knocked on the door.
“Rylie?” Seth asked. “Are you almost done?”
She felt like she had swallowed an entire pack of werewolves, and that they were warring in her stomach. “Almost,” she croaked.
“Trevin wants another burrito. Do you want anything to eat?”
“No. I’m fine.”
Except that she wasn’t fine. And nothing was going to be fine ever again.
Rylie was pregnant.
A UTHOR’S N OTE
Thanks for reading. I hope you’re having fun with my werewolves! I’m a full-time writer these days, so I really appreciate all your help spreading the word about my books. If you want to get involved, go ahead and…
Share it! My books are lendable and DRM-free. You can loan them to other Kindle owners or share the file with friends.
Leave a review! Help other readers find the good stuff by sharing your honest thoughts on the Amazon page, Goodreads, or your blog.
Sign up! Join my new release notifications mailing list and march with the Army of Evil! smarturl.it/armyofevil
Happy reading!
~Sara (SM Reine)
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Check out Red Iris Books for more of the best in dark fantasy!
redirisbooks.com
facebook.com/redirisbooks
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