Legend Of The Grey Wolves

Chapter Two

•Chapter Two•
•Carmen•

It was the third night in a row I had woken up puking. Werewolves don't get sick like humans, we don't catch the stomach flu. I thought something might have just disagreed with my stomach, but no. I couldn't hold a thing down and I knew something was wrong. So I did the most logical thing and made an appointment with one of our pack doctors.

It was rare that werwolves ever got sick, so pack doctors were usually around for werewolf pregnancies, the occasional rare illness when they must use morphine, and more commonly for when we get severely injured. Over the phone the doctor I spoke to sounded very worried and made an appointment for me immediately. I had just jumped straight to the conclusion that I was in fact dying. I tried to remain positive, but I'm sure even the humans could feel the dread coming off me in waves.

What I hadn't expected was the doctor to sit me down and ask me a series of questions after she did the normal doctor routine of checking weight, height, and blood pressure. "You just turned sixteen, am I right, Carmen?" The doctor asked, studying her clipboard before meeting my eyes. I looked away and gave her a nod as I stared down at my clasped hands. I wasn't sure what my age had to do with anything, but I wasn't going to questions the doctor's methods. "Have you met your mate yet?" With reluctancy and a mini battle within myself I answered with another nod. "So I suppose you've gone through the heat and mated with your mate?" She asked in a very bland tone, acting as if this wasn't any sort of uncomfortable topic.

"Yes." I squeaked.

"Alrighty then, I believe we're done here. I've gone over your records and I don't see anything alarming. You're perfectly healthy." The doctor said, gathering her clip board and moving over to a cabinet.

"So why then I'm constantly puking?" I asked, a little shaky.

She pulled out a rectangular box from her cabinet and turned back to me. "Give me a call after you've done this. She handed me the box and walked away, signaling that I was free to leave. I peered down at the box in my hand, a moment of shock engulfed me. A pregnancy test rested in the palm of my hand.

•Two Weeks Later•

I was sick at least once a day, if not at least five times a week. The only problem, not a soul had noticed, not a soul cared. I didn't expect anyone to, but I figured at least the Luna or Alpha might notice, but no, I was alone.

I had kept the pregnancy test under my pillow for two whole weeks, I had't dared look at it or even attempted to read the instructions. But it was clear to me, that if the doctor said I was perfectly healthy and yet I was constantly sick it could only be one thing. But I'd never get a definite answer until I used the test. It wasn't like if I ignored the test I might actually somehow not be pregnant. No, I'd just be stupidly ignorant of the fact that a baby is inside me until the moment a he or she decided to pop out.

I couldn't do this, I couldn't be a mother, I couldn't tell Carson, I'm not cut out for this. But I couldn't stand not knowing anymore. I swear that pregnancy test is literally burning a hole through my pillow.

I did the only thing that seemed logical, I retrieved the test and carefully read the instructions twice. Once I preformed the test correctly in the bathroom I slid down the tiled wall and waited for the time to be over. And what I was met with sent ice cold shivers down my spine. I was pregnant with Carson's baby, and I had to somehow tell him. I couldn't do that.

•Carson•

I hear her everyday getting sick, and each and every time I have to refrain myself from going to her. I keep feeling that she'll come to me, that she might tell me what's wrong with her. If I didn't know that she had gone to the doctors I would be at her side this instant. I'd be taking care of her and making sure that she was perfectly fine. She's my mate, I'd do anything for her.