38.

LYRA.

I stared at Henry as though he had suddenly grown to heads hearing him say something as impossible.

Tears accumulated at the brim of my eyes staring at him unbelievably.

He held my hand seating me down just as a tear rolled down.

It can’t be.

“You’re lying to me” I sobbed out turning to finally stare at him burning my eyes into his in search of answers to what he had just told me.

But I could see was sincerity.

He was telling the truth after all.

I shake my head as more tears slip out of my eye, “I can’t be pregnant” I cried out rubbing on my belly.

It makes much more sense now, the constant mood swings, early morning sickness, and whatnot.

I was pregnant.

It's been four days since I had fled from the pack and I'm safe to say they were never going to find me.

I bumped into Henry, a sorcerer who had saved me on my way to the southern pack claiming that I was digging my own grave if I dared to go there.

I don't fully trust Henry for now but he wasn't as b