VEUX

Thirty Two

This was written on my laptop so it might seem a bit longer than usual. Anyways, I really hate this chapter but it's the third time I've rewritten it and still can't get it the way I want it, so you're just going to have to put up with me lol.

March 10

The glass panels of the yoga room were cool as they stood still from floor to ceiling. Beyond them, flakes of ice attacked viciously in the final March storm. Nothing other than white was to be seen, isolating Saoirse into a tranquil state.

Sweat dripped down between the dark skin of her exposed shoulder blades, nothing more than a sports bra covering her torso. The thermostat of the room had been turned down, but only recently. Heavy breaths seeped between her lungs as she sat in a butterfly stretch over her mat, Odeya beside her on a matching but blue one.

Saoirse should have realized hot yoga wasn't regular yoga.

A knock to the matte glass door behind them perked her ears, yet both of the girls were too tired to fully move.

"Come in!" Odeya panted, her black locks curling around the beads of sweat that dotted her neck.

Slightly turning her head over her shoulder, Saoirse watched as the door swung open to reveal two more females she had only ever heard about.

"It better be cold in here," Though young, the first female's voice was irritated and annoyed.

"Just about," Odeya grumbled back in just as much detest.

Black strands were cropped to her thin shoulders, roots mousy as they were astray with grease. Though her complexion was icy and pale, it only darkened the purple puffiness beneath her cat-like blue eyes. However, what caught Saoirse's attention most was the protruding mass from her stomach. Wrapped in a white garment, the size of her stomach compared to her sickly ill body was shocking. If a pregnancy glow existed, it was not to be found.

As the pregnant girl shuffled further in from the doorway, a second head of dark hair followed behind her.

"Mama's babysitting me." The roll of her bright eyes was not dismissed by Saoirse, though she let her gaze become trained on the older woman.

Instantly, the connection between her and Odeya formed in Saoirse's head, recognizing many similar traits that piqued her face. The same dark hair that twirled at every end, bushy brows taking up most of her tiny forehead, and a very strong jaw that had plump, dark lips.

Now Odeya turned with a much brighter attitude as a smile came upon her face. "Mama," She called. "This is Luna Saoirse."

Mama's hazel eyes were quick to focus on Saoirse, the tiny girl meant to be the leader of such a vigorous pack. But Saoirse was not smiling, her eyes were not glimmering with that angelic light of a newly mated Luna. Her hand was not even extended to shake as she sat barely turned on her mat, guarded as she gazed over her shoulder, face half hidden.

Mama stepped further into the room, letting the matte door softly swing shut behind her. "A pleasure to finally meet you, Mother Wolf."

Saoirse ignored the discomfort creeping under her skin as she watched this stranger dip her neck to her. Instead, she lifted her lips from behind her shoulder to speak clearly. "They call you Mama?"

"Nipuna, formally." She offered a smile that was not returned. "I apologize for us not meeting earlier, I'm afraid I've been quite preoccupied with Emaline."

"Yes, keeping me on lock down," The pregnant girl, Emaline, growled out in her slow steps.

Gently, Mama eased the irritable girl down upon an exercise ball, the simple task lasting seconds as gravity pulled and pulled on her new center of mass.