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Alana's POV

Garara did not spare the fact that I was pregnant as she rode fast, fast than my legs could go. I fell to the muddy ground hundreds of times that I was now looking like a pig who had just finished its afternoon bath. I really didn't care about the way I looked though, but the baby that I was carrying.

I had been running around, doing things that no sane she-wolf would do at their time of pregnancy. And to worsen things now, I was being dragged around the muddy ground like a bag of bean. I feared for my baby and I inwardly prayed to the moon goddess for the hundredth time to keep my baby safe. I knew of she-wolves who had worked themselves out, not even doing half of what I did today, and they had problems. Either I they had a stillbirth or they had miscarriages. I most definitely did not want that to happen to me.

"Where are you taking me to?" I asked Garara as I stood up from the muddy floor. Mud was plastered all over my hair, making it had for me to see so I could not s