The healer's question hung in the stale hospital air, each word landing like a stone in my gut. I glanced at my brothers, seeing my own tension reflected in their rigid postures.
"Yes," I answered, my voice rough. "We are."
Kaelen's jaw tightened, and Orion looked away. None of us wanted to claim these pups, not with everything that had happened, but biology didn't care about our feelings.
The healer nodded and gestured for us to follow her into a consultation room down the hall. The three of us moved silently, our footsteps echoing against the sterile tiles.
Inside, an older doctor with silver-streaked hair waited beside an ultrasound machine. His expression was grave as he motioned for us to take seats.
"Alpha Nightwings," he greeted, inclining his head with respect. "I'm Dr. Morrigan, head of maternity. We need to discuss Ms. Thorne's condition."
"Just give it to us straight," Kaelen said, his arms crossed defensively across his chest.
