Cinder
My eyes are all puffy and red this morning. I look like a girl who has cried over a boy...probably because that’s exactly what I did before bed yesterday. I’m still upset about the fact that Pike will never accept our baby, and I don’t think I’m ever going to feel better about it, either.
But it is what it is.
“Is it just me, or do you look fatter than usual?” Cecile asks me when I walk inside the kitchen. We are all getting ready to leave for school, and she is wolfing down a sandwich.
I shoot her a sneer but don’t answer her question. Truthfully, I might look fatter. Werewolf pregnancies only last for two months, so there are already insane changes happening to my body. My mood, for example, is already going up and down. Mostly down. I’m irritated at everything.
“Oh my god, l
