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Isola, Italy, Elisa I lay on Natalia’s bed pondering everything Fabrizio had told me. Massimo’s behaviour towards me had been, in a way, justified when he realised we hadn’t used any protection that night. He didn't want to repeat the mistakes of the past. On the other hand, why didn’t the asshole use a fuc.king condom since he’d had that bad experience before? And now, I was lying on my friend’s bed, pregnant with his baby, not knowing how to handle things. Having an abortion was my best option, but something held me back. I had to talk to Massimo first. What Fabrizio told me scared me if I was being honest with myself. I realised that carrying a werewolf baby was difficult for a human like me. There was danger in this kind of pregnancy. What was I thinking? As if I had already