Seventy Eight.

Dex

What was I seeing? She looked possessed. The mother of my unborn pup is still. Her chocolate hair blowing in the wind. But her eyes, it was like they had rolled into the back of her head and all I could see were the whites.

She looks like she is standing on the tips of her toes as she focusses on the sky. What the fuck was happening to her.

As I called her name. The Alpha turns to look. His