Blackfeather Woods [m] i've known everything but this

She shook her head, but slowly, less to refute his statement and more in utter puzzlement. What. . .? she asked, at a loss for anything to say. It seemed the shadows of his past had crept up on him again, but there were other shadows, too. The gods. They were surrounding him, peeking out from behind trees, snaring their wispy fingers 'round his scarred neck—

The daedra said we have to have children, Maegi said firmly, and she heard a collective shout, as if in affirmation. I don't know how to do it; Mou, you have to help me. Unless. . .

Unless you don't want to. The words reared their ugly head inside her mind; she tried to make them go away, but they took life of their own, dancing around her like cackling demons. Of course, that must be it. There must be something wrong with her, a red flag, something that made her unfit to have children in his mind. Even though Meridia said her womb was blessed.

Had she not made herself perfectly clear?

I can't have children with anyone else. The only other wolf I trust is Ramsay, and—

"The Meloniis have been fucking each other for generations."

I can't, Mou, I can't do that either! It has to be you!—

"You with your fucked up paw. Ramsay with no Godsdamn neck! And Euron—"

She exhaled, but it came out as a sob; she was frustrated to hear herself begin to break down into angry, self-conscious tears. She fixed her bi-colored eyes on Mou, willing him to—get over whatever his problem was. They'd been through far worse together. All she could think now was that there was something wrong with her—

"I hate you."