'There's no way it's going to work!' she kept mumbling under her breath, even as she got into the carriage the next morning—one that was to take her back to the castle.
Gritting her teeth together in anger as she tried not to erupt, her entire face was hidden under a huge cloak that covered her from head to toe.
At least it covered most of the red bruises that marked her skin all the way to her neck—bruises that anyone would see and instantly know the details of how her night had gone.
'There's no way I, as a full-blown werewolf, can carry a vampire's child!' she told herself again and again, aware that she would have been even more worried if she was still yet to awaken her wolf.
Still, another thing that greatly worried her was the fact that her smell was yet to change. It was the only reason Lord Drehk could still bite her, spend the night with her, and not be the least bit irritated—or angry enough to rip her head off her shoulders.
