"Bleghh… urghhh… guhhh!"
"Stop moving, I'm dizzy!"
Shannon made a sound somewhere between a growl and a dying frog.
"Well, well, well," Tristan said with a grin, leaning against the doorway. "Look who's having morning sickness."
Shannon glared at him. "Did you curse me? You look and feel great."
Tristan placed a hand on his stomach, feigning innocence. "It's called shared empathy, mate. You rest while I go get food."
Before Shannon could reply, Tristan was already out the door.
Tristan passed by the waystation kitchen and caught Marla just as she was kneading dough. He leaned close and whispered the story into her ear. By the end of it, Marla was laughing so hard she had to put down the rolling pin.
"So the ritual worked?" she asked, wiping tears from her eyes.
"Perfectly," Tristan said smugly.
"Your secret is safe with me," Marla whispered back, still grinning. "Though if the Alpha asks why I'm laughing, I'll tell him it's your fault."
