Savannah's POV
The bitter taste of irony filled my mouth like poison.
"You suffered a miscarriage."
"That can't be right..."
Jonathan's firm grasp on my shoulders anchored me to reality. The doctor's words echoed through the sterile room, but his face remained a blur through my disbelief.
My thoughts spiraled into chaos, trying to piece together an impossible puzzle. Without a mating mark, conception shouldn't happen. The biological mechanics were clear - unmarked unions couldn't produce offspring. The reproductive elements simply didn't exist outside the sacred bonding ritual.
Yet here I sat, receiving news that defied everything I understood about our kind.
But voicing these thoughts was unthinkable. Not in front of our family physician, who reported directly to my father. The situation already painted us in an unflattering light.
Jonathan hospitalized for assaulting younger pack members while intoxicated, and his wife unable to sustain life within her womb.
