A New Growth

The man curls into a fetal position, presses an arm protectively over his abdomen, and then she knows. She knows, despite the overpowering scents of blood and smoke and magic,
“You’re pregnant.”
The mage flinches away from her, without her even touching him again. Lada towers over him. A quick death, and her packmates are free. But this mage just has to be carrying an innocent, and while her pack will do a lot of things, they will not compromise their morals.
He doesn’t know that.