The Hunted Heir

Marcy's POV

“There is a hunt for me?” I quipped, staring into the fire crackled between us.

“Alpha Torin is bent on burying his son,” said Lord Silas as he turned the meat over on the makeshift grill between us.

“Why should that matter? The child is not yet born and why do you think it's a boy?” I asked befuddled that he could make such an assumption. Even the physician could not tell if I was