They had been on the journey for two hours or perhaps more. Adina didn't count anymore. She leaned against Thorne's shoulder, closing her eyes as the cold air filtered in through the window, her hand resting protectively over her belly.
Thorne sat still, his eyes fixed on her profile as if memorizing every breath, every tiny shift to memory.
He had imagined this so many times... granted it was with Roseanne. He had imagined having a pup with her, and when it all went down the drain, he never dared to hope, never dared to think... not until he met Adina. It crossed his mind during his rut, and as soon as the thought crossed his mind, he shut it out just as quickly.
