Lucas stepped toward me immediately, hunger and possession blazing openly in his eyes. He reached out, his fingers inches away from my face.
"Wait."
The Greater Evil lifted her hand, stopping him mid-movement. Her expression shifted suddenly, her brows drawing together as she studied me more closely. She waved her hand over my body, her magic covering my lower abdomen.
Her eyes darkened. "Well," she murmured slowly. "This is interesting."
Lucas turned sharply toward her. "What is it?"
"She is carrying a child," the Greater Evil said flatly.
The room fell into silence for a second, before it erupted into a mess.
Lucas let out a thunderous growl that shook the walls, his eyes flashing gold as his wolf surged dangerously close to the surface. His claws extended instinctively as rage overtook him.
"Rip the bastard out," he roared. "Right now."
The words hit me like a knife, stabbing into my chest before twisting at my heart.
