Emberwood and i don't think that i hate me, but

She shakes her head to both of his questions, throat suddenly too tight to speak. His sudden arrival has forced her into a state of pseudo-calm, a fragile bandaid over her wounds, but she still feels the heaviness of her sorrow. It takes her a moment to force herself to speak. No, I — I'm pregnant, She admits, feeling some kind of strange relief at the confession. He is a stranger she never has to see again, as far as she's concerned; likely the safest wolf to hear such a confession.