Alison's POV
The surgeon, who I've come to know as Dr. Paininmyass, doesn't let me leave the hospital until the first of December. I think that he was put up to it by a number of people obsessed with my health. I also think that my mates were at the head of that conga line.
"Alright, Luna." Dr. Paluchi, that's his real name, says as he signs the discharge papers. "You have follow ups with both OB and myself but, until then, you can continue healing at home. Just promise not to over exert yourself."
Resisting the urge to roll my eyes, I nod. "I promise."
The sky is overcast with gray clouds when I look up at it from my wheelchair. A harsh chill in the air sends shivers through my bones as the doors slide open in front of us.
I'm bundled in comfortable clothes and my coat but I still nearly freeze while waiting for Cameron to bring the car around. Chris helps me into the front seat, minding my sore hip, and pushes the door closed for me.
I avoid eye contact with Cameron. Things have been strained between us for the past week. He's still upset over my disregard for my own safety and I still won't let him make me feel bad for putting them and our pack members first. We're in a stalemate at the moment.
"How did the meeting go this morning?" I ask when Chris is settled in the back seat. "You guys still haven't told me much about how the council is doing with all this."
Cam breathes in deeply through his nose. "They aren't very satisfied with our explanation of events. Samantha wants to meet with you to iron out exactly what she should put in the next press release. Also, Toby thinks telling the pack about your pregnancy is a top priority for morale."
"It would give them something to get their hopes up." Chris leans over the center console slightly to join the conversation. "The fifty two warrior funeral was a lot for everyone. Parker is still working himself sick writing up the most detailed report ever written."
My eyes close painfully. I should have been there. I wanted to be but it wasn't my decision. "And what if telling them only triples the concern they already have for me?" I ask, playing devil's advocate. Expect the worst and you won't be disappointed.
"Some people will just always be upset. The best thing we can do is be up front with them." Cameron says. I can't help but think there's a deeper meaning behind his words. I'd question it but I'm tired of arguing with him.
Rain begins to fall by the time we pull up to the pack house. I'd been expecting it since I saw the clouds out the window this morning. If the temperature drops anymore it will turn to snow.
The passenger side door opens for me as I take off my seatbelt. Chris cradles me in his arms, carrying me quickly up the walk to the house while Cam closes the door behind him.
An Omega opening the front door reminds me why I can't wait for us to have more privacy. Then I remember that the only reason I want privacy is because I look like shit, and I look like shit because I might not live to see us have our own house.
None of the prying eyes trying to catch a glimpse of me before I'm whisked away help. I do my best to ignore them. The pack house will always be a living, breathing place full of people going about their day. Our current system isn't exactly perfect though.
My mind reorients itself as Chris turns and starts to open my bedroom door. "No, no more beds. Take me to the couch." I point down the hall towards the living room.
"Sweetheart, you should rest." He tries to insist.
"I've been resting for a week. Don't worry, if the couch is too wild then I'll go to bed." My attitude slips up at an undeserving target. "Sorry. Just, please, I'm getting claustrophobic. I need more people and space."
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Werewolf"Alison," one of them says, walking closer to me. "Yes, Alpha?" I ask as I shuffle back slightly, keeping my head down. He takes a few more quick steps towards me, backing me into the cupboards. I flinch when his hand reaches out to gently cup my fa...
