After the incident with the werewolf, Jake had become a shut-in, lying around all day. It wasn't like he never left his room—he just didn't step outside the residence.
He'd been pondering over everything the werewolf told him. The existence of other Protoss. Why hadn't he heard about it from people with vast knowledge? From Alphonso, the Celestial Monkey Emperor, and many others? It didn't make sense. Or maybe… maybe he really was the only known Protoss. That would explain why the gods were so hell-bent on targeting him.
It was the only conclusion Jake could come up with—especially since the werewolf blamed his predicaments on his ego. But no matter how he looked at it, things still didn't quite add up.
Now, he lay on his bed, Blair beside him. She was heavily pregnant, her fingers gently tracing the outline of his defined abs. Jake enjoyed her soft touch and the familiar scent of her shampoo lingering in the air, until Blair suddenly broke the silence.
