Chapter One Hundred and Twelve. Davina.
Davina’s Point of View.
This little girl in my arms, well, she is perfect. Absolutely perfect, in every single way. My little Venus fits her name. Her mouth is an adorable small pout, her eyes are bright blue, although they may change after a few weeks, we shall wait and see. She has a mop of brown hair, that almost looks as if she has had it styled. My pup’s weight was 9 pound two ounces. Yeah, a big baby, but apparently this is a normal to slightly low birth weight for a werewolf pup. She has the longest black eyelashes I have ever seen on a baby. She also knows what she wants. Which is food. Lots and lots of food. I am trying to feed her myself, but once again, like with Max, my milk has not come in. Andrew has told me, formula is fine for her
