Redhawk Caldera tealpoint

reyes did not move. he did not speak. teya felt self-loathing and bitterness wash through her as if it were a shoal of burning oil.
she swallowed.
the sickness lingered mockingly at the back of her throat, reminding her that she was in the grip of something far, far beyond her control.
"i not want to be a mother, reyes," the raven whispered hoarsely, voice breaking as she hung her head. it had never been in her life's plans. she had loved the fen and she loved the caldera. but unkind things happened to mothers. 
teya desperately needed her mate to speak.