Malia Tate was a werecoyote fighting to forgive herself for her wrong doings when she ran away from the only home she has ever known, and straight into the arms of Hayley Marshall who turned into someone really important to her.
Everything was goin...
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" i was raised to run with the wolves and I will not stop just because you toldme you can't stand that i'm wild "
"I told you Agnes, I feel great!" I exclaimed to the older witch. She was being too persistent. I continued to flip through the book that I was currently holding.
"If she says she's fine, she's fine," Hayley told Agnes with an eye roll, getting irritated with the witch.
"You are overdue for a checkup," She told me calmly.
"What am I gonna do?" I asked, setting the book down. "Pop into the Quarter for a quick ultrasound? A pregnant werecoyote escorted by a witch—nothing to see here!" I threw my hands up in the air.
"A lot of women would kill to have a child. It strikes me as odd that you're not taking better care of yours," Rebekah said from across the room, her back towards us while she typed away at her computer.
"I know a doctor out in the bayou. Off the beaten path. Now, I took the liberty of making an appointment for you. Tonight, after-hours, just us. Vampires will never get word of it," Agnes told me, her eyebrows raised and her eyes wide, showing dark chocolate eyes. I thought about it, letting out a sigh and an eye roll.
"Okay, fine," I told her, looking towards Hayley.
"Bayou-baby-doctor it is," Hayley said with a small smile. The three of us got up off our asses, walking towards the door.
"This is the doctor's office?" I asked, raising my eyebrows and pointing towards the small building that's in the middle of the woods. It was currently in the middle of the night, making me a little suspicious of the whole ideal.
Agnes smiled at me, glancing back at Hayley. "Dr. Paige is only this far out because Marcel's men kept terrorizing her patients. Go! She won't bite!" She told me in a very creepy calm voice. I nervously got out of the car, the same time Hayley did. We looked at each other and slowly made it into the building.
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A unique birthmark," Dr. Paige said to Hayley as she was giving me an ultrasound, we could faintly hear the fetal heartbeat. Hayley fixed her shirt, covering up the mark.
"Your baby's heart rate is perfect," She told me, smiling. I smiled back at her.
"I knew it. She's a tough one, like her mom," Hayley said as she came towards me. Dr. Paige chuckled and hands me a tissue to wipe the ultrasound gel off, which I do. Hayley grabbed my hand and helped me sit up even though I didn't need any help.
