Moonspear to wait for my father, to gather up his tools

God, she wanted so badly to tell him the truth; the words formed in her throat pushing her to speak them. This secret was already killing her; she hated having to lie to all of her packmates, but she had promised Charon that she would, so she swallowed the painful lump of words, and shook her head. Nothing happened, she lied again. It was for the best...at least that's how she was trying to rationalize it. If she kept this a secret, then things could calm down and go back to normal; she could live with the guilt--she deserved to live with it. 

And, if she was with child, well, she'd figure something out then. For now, she just wanted to put out all the fires she had started if that was even possible.