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they’re pregnant. It’s weird, okay?”
    Chrissy watched mutely as Dean reached down to help her up while the other two women argued.
    Throwing her hands in the air, Kitty growled, “How is that weird? She’s pregnant. It’s part of life. Not to mention, she was about to make a bad choice by drinking! That’s not good for the baby. I totally stopped her in time. See? I was being helpful.”
    Chrissy might be on her feet now, but apparently, she was not stable yet, because at the word ‘baby,’ her knees buckled. Thank goodness Bhric was close enough to catch her before she hit the floor again.
    Nikki, being the overly observant person she was, noticed Chrissy’s stumble, even though she still had her eyes on Kitty. Nodding her head in Chrissy’s direction, she said, “You’re only being helpful if they know they’re pregnant, genius. I would say, by her reaction, she had no idea.”
    Kitty’s head snapped in Chrissy’s direction, and her eyes went wide. “Did you not know you were pregnant, hon?”
    Chrissy opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out, so she simply shook her head.
    Kitty’s face turned bright red, as if she were embarrassed, muttering a “whoops.” Shrugging, she then gave Chrissy a tremulous smile. “Guess the cat’s out of the bag, then?”
    Black spots swirled in Chrissy’s eyesight once again as reality crashed over her. The cat wasn’t necessarily out of the bag, so to speak, but there was a wolf-cat hybrid growing inside the lady-bag her body called a uterus.
    It took everything she had to stand up on her own two feet again, pushing out of Bhric’s grasp. Chrissy realized she probably looked like a zombie just standing there, not saying anything to the four people surrounding her, but she didn’t know what to say. All she could do was shake her head no as they offered to help her sit down, help her get home, or in Kitty’s case, help her talk by grabbing her bottom jaw and making Chrissy’s mouth open and close like a fish gasping for breath out of water. That was about the time Chrissy finally snapped out of her shock and slapped the female cougar’s hand away from her.
    “Stop that!”
    Kitty shrugged remorsefully. “I was only trying to help.”
    Help? Help! Kitty had just respectively blown Chrissy’s world to hell in a handbasket and she was trying to help?
    Anger washed over Chrissy as she snarled back at the woman, “You want to help? Then stop dropping pregnant bombs on poor, unsuspecting women, find the jackass who knocked me up since he’s disappeared, and then get me a goddamn pickle!”
    Kitty went slack-jawed at Chrissy’s outburst, but Nikki threw her head back in laughter, thinking it was funny as hell.
    “I don’t even know who knocked you up, Kinks. How the hell am I supposed to find him?” Kitty sputtered.
    Running her hands through her hair, Chrissy started to cry. As in, actual tears ran down her face, which was something she never did. That made Chrissy get even more upset, making her cry harder.
    “I don’t know how anyone is going to find him when I don’t even know his name!” she wailed. “Just like I don’t know why I asked for a pickle when I can’t stand them. But-but I suddenly want one really, really bad.”
    Nikki grabbed her gently by the arm and led her back behind the bar to the Dark Moon’s kitchen. “Come on, girl. Let’s sit down, get you a jar of pickles, and then figure out what you’re going to do.”

Chapter Nine
     
    Ezrah knocked on the door to Pearl’s little house. He was tired since he drove straight here from Louisiana, but he pushed himself, worried about the old woman. Standing at her front door, an uneasy feeling washed over him, causing the hair on his neck to stand up as the doorknob finally turned.
    The door slowly creaked open, and the person on the other side didn’t look like his great-grandma Pearl. Whoever it was looked like a mummy.
    Perhaps it wasn’t wearing rolls of toilet paper