Zion returned as promised, and though he didn't disclose where he had been, he appeared content.
"We should head back to the pack house now," he said, lifting me into his arms. I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck, a familiar gesture as he had carried me like this before.
Besides, he didn't have a mate, so there was nothing to fear. My pup, whom I had agreed to be named Zeke, lay peacefully in the cot prepared for him. A month before my labor, Apphia, Alpha Zach, and Beta Madai had helped me set up this room.
My only sorrow was that Zeke didn't want my breast milk, and for some reason, it saddened me. Like every she-wolf, I longed to hold my pup and provide him with breast milk, but things were different now.
"Bella, there is something I need to tell you," Zion said after we had dinner together. I hadn't fully recovered but was feeling better than before.
