Blackfeather Woods If I had a heart

Potema, for all of her knowledge in magic, couldn't delve into the depths of a person's mind. It was not within her power, not within anyone's power. Not even the most depraved sorcerer should, or could. She didn't know what Althaia, or her mate, was thinking. She didn't know if any packs around them would take in a pregnant woman so close to winter. Would Althaia so quickly leave her sister?

She was going to speak once more, but Damien's words silenced her. She gaped for a moment, her eyes wide. The thought of bearing her own children had, ironically, never crossed her mind. She never saw herself as a mother. A mentor, sure, but a mother? She snorted. I have no idea when my heat will come, She tried to find every reason she could to not get herself pregnant. Would she want to do something like that, even for the pack, the Brotherhood? Couldn't you recruit a woman and impregnant her instead?