A Wolf's Tale

9

Sierra and I have taken it slow these past few nights. My back and chest have almost completely healed, subtle bleached scars left their marks on my skin.

Now that the pack knows about us, it's been so much better. We can finally openly go out on dates, show some affection, and fully enjoy our relationship.

We lay cuddled in my bed again, my wrinkled gray sheets tangled on top of both of us. My hand lazily rests on her warm waist. Sierra's disheveled loose dirty blonde curls drape over my bare arm, a faint scent of apple vibrates off of each precious lock. She reaches over to my nightstand and pauses some medical show called Grey's Anatomy. She's obsessed and I might be a little obsessed as well.

"Babe, I want pizza." Sierra whispers.

"That means we'd have to get up." I reply.

"DoorDash?" She suggests, I nod in agreement.

We don't have to leave the house, and we don't have to get dressed. We order the pizza, Hawaiian of course. Sierra turns off the television, it's vibrant colors from the show fade to black rather quickly.

Sierra rolls over, taking the sheets with her. Her blonde locks brush against my arm as she moves. A giant yawn escapes her beautiful mouth, showing off her bleach toned teeth.

A monotone ring sounds from downstairs. It echoes up the stairs and into my bedroom. That was fast! I roll out of bed and grab my wallet, I need to tip the driver.

I grab a few crumpled up dollars from my wallet and walk downstairs with it in my palm. Sierra follows behind me. I happen to look behind me, her tank top reveals her chest bouncing as she glides down each step. I smirk and continue down the stairs.

I grab ahold of the dented silver doorknob we have yet to replace from being damaged last year by Kris. I open it ready to get the pizza. Holy shit!

Kendall stands on the other side, holding a pizza box, wearing a Door Dash baseball cap over her curly new ash blonde toned locks. Grayish curls romantically intertwine with blondish curls. Her curls playfully bounce on her back and shoulders.

I look down at her button-up shirt, a small bump pokes from her shirt. The stench of estrogen radiates off of her like bleach. It's mixed emotions, motherly instincts, and hormones bounce off of her changing body.

Her faces turns stone cold when she approaches Sierra and I. Sierra stays behind me, keeping her distance from Kendall. Which of course is for the better. Kendall glances at Sierra and rolls her eyes. Her gaze falls back on me, her eyes burn right through my body and strangles my soul.

I'm at a loss for words considering she's not only delivering pizzas but she's also pregnant. 

My jaw drops and my brows furrow. The doctor said she miscarried.

"Here's your pizza." She mumbles, motioning for me to take the pizza from her hands. I grab the pizza and hand her her tip without saying a word and without losing eye contact with her. She snatches the money from between my fingertips. She looks down at the recent scar on my chest and refocuses her gaze to her tip. "Thanks, nice scar." She mumbles.

She spins around, twisting the balls of her heels. She starts walking back to her car, her curls bouncing as she walks.

What I don't get is that the doctor said she miscarried. This doesn't make sense. Unless maybe she's right that the baby got both of our DNA so it can't die?

"I don't understand, the doctor said you miscarried?" I question.

She stops at her car door, putting her arm up on the top of the door. She rolls her eyes and looks back at me.