The parenting class was utter chaos. Pregnant she-wolves in various stages waddled around the spacious community center, their mates hovering nearby with expressions ranging from pride to sheer terror. I glanced at Seraphina, noting how her amber eyes widened as she took in the scene.
"Breathe," I reminded her softly, my hand resting protectively at the small of her back. "You're doing fine."
She wasn't, actually. Her scent was sharp with anxiety, mingled with something else I'd been noticing more frequently—arousal. The pregnancy hormones had been hitting her hard lately, making her emotions swing wildly from fear to desire in the span of heartbeats. Not that I was complaining about the latter.
"There are so many of them," she whispered, eyeing a particularly fierce-looking pregnant woman who appeared ready to snap at anyone who came near her. "And they all look like they know exactly what they're doing."
