Page 230 of The Broken Aztec Princesses

“But, I have seen blood since I got pregnant. It didn’t make me pass out.” I was confused. I literally tore Martha in half without any issues. Why now?

“All pregnancies are different. I’ll ask some questions before we do the ultrasounds, and I drew a bit more blood than usual to do a full panel of tests, just to be sure,” Dr. Roswell assured me.

I nodded, dread starting to fill me. Something felt off and I hoped it was just my paranoid imagination. Dr. Roswell asked Violet a lot of questions and seemed satisfied with her answers. She asked me the same questions and then a ton more, but the only thing that seemed to trigger some kind of concern was how much I was sleeping.

“She was barely eating the last week we were at Redmon. Maybe she’s feeling the effects of that?” Violet provided.

“It could be. Lack of nutrition is concerning at the start of a pregnancy. Especially with twins. Your body is trying to grow two full bodies while still providing your own body with enough nutrients to function. I’m going to give you some vitamins that are better for werewolves than the ones you’re currently taking. I want you to link me if anything else feels off. Day or night.”

I nodded, biting my lip and feeling guilty. I had tried to eat as much as I could, but my grief over losing Adam was too great, and I could barely stomach small amounts of food without feeling like it was going to come back up.

“Are there any other symptoms that might be concerning?”

“Coyo’s been very lethargic. She barely gets up. She sleeps even more than I do.”

Dr. Roswell’s frown deepened.

“When was the last time you felt her being active?” she asked, her concern worrying me even more.

“After A-Adam was taken,” I swallowed.

“Adam was your son, correct?”

“Is. Adam is my son. He’s still alive.”

I wanted to growl, but instead, I felt tears coming to my eyes.

“I-I apologize, Bells. I only know bits and pieces. It sounds like your wolf is depressed. Is she in pain?”

“I don’t think so, she just sleeps all day. Hardly talks. Even now, she knows we’re talking about her, but she’s barely even lifting her head. My body does feel a bit heavy, too.”

“Are you seeing Dr. Campbell? Does she find her actions normal?”

“No. I have my first appointment tomorrow,” I admitted.

Dr. Roswell was quiet for a moment as she thought and I didn’t like the way she considered me before speaking. As if she was afraid of what she needed to say. Eventually, she sighed and leaned forward, making some notes on my file.

“Okay. So, I’m going to make sure they check for several more things with your blood test. If your wolf is in bad shape, perhaps you’ve developed anemia. It’s not common with werewolves, but it has been seen with people who have lost a mate, or had other significant losses during pregnancy. I’ll make sure they put a rush on your results so we can avoid unnecessary stress. Let’s not worry too much just yet, okay?”

“Okay,” I answered, but I knew I was lying. I was going to worry until I knew what was wrong. These pups were all I had left. If I lost them...

“Let’s check on those babies, yeah?” Dr. Roswell suggested, trying to pull me out of my worry.

I nodded and Violet squeezed my hand. I squeezed it back, unable to use my voice.

“Who wants to go first?” Dr. Roswell asked, motioning to the bed by the ultrasound machine.

“Bells can go first,” Violet answered for me, and I was grateful she could read me like a book.

If I had to wait to ensure my pups were doing fine, I was going to have a nervous breakdown.

“How far along are you now?” Dr. Roswell asked.

“About six weeks, I think?” I answered, trying to math in my head.

“I think we should be able to use the regular transducer for you, then. How about you, Violet?”

“Almost the same,” she blushed.

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