The Truth Hurts

Elara POV

I feel strangely detached as I flee upstairs to my room, unable to bear being downstairs in that basement a moment longer, unable to face Zaric or meet his eyes. Some part of me recognizes how childish this is, but another part of me can’t help it. I drop onto the bed, feeling as though I’m empty, even as I place a hand on my stomach, wishing I could feel my pup kicking or moving inside