Lily
The day before the gender reveal party for my child, I have a disturbing phone call. I’m not even sure why I picked up my phone in the first place. Probably because I was tired, and now I’m paying the price by listening to my condescending mother yelling at me.
“We kicked you out of the pack because we thought it would benefit you. Your sister and I had this idea it would send you on the right road of becoming less of a failure of a werewolf. But here you are, pregnant—PREGNANT—do you have any idea how humiliated I am? The whole pack is laughing at you, and had your father been alive—”
“Then he wouldn’t have called me at six in the morning to lecture me!” I interrupt. I’m tired of my mother always playing the victim.
“Oh, he would have called you, alright! He wouldn’t accept that
