Sigrid’s Bad Day

Havermouth, Present Time

With three mates, it was almost impossible to get some alone time – however, Sigrid had wanted to do this first check without the three of them shadowing her. She needed to know for herself, and mentally prepare to share the news with them. There was so much happening at once that she did not trust her own emotions.

She had sent Greg to check on the refugees from Trayrock as he was most diplomatic and would work best with Abigail without usurping the she-wolf’s authority, and Tom and Dan to the witches, to investigate how they fared with the spell which provided the town power.

The power was a concern she thought as the screen flickered again. The increased usage was straining the resource.

She did not sigh. The ultrasound technician was nervous enough without Sigrid’s sighs.

“There’s the head,” the ultrasound technician interrupted Sigrid’s thoughts, and she frowned at the screen as an oversized round orb became visible. “Little arms, and legs…” The tech murm