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to be way too judgmental to trust with a strange situation like hers. Whatever happened, she would have to keep it to herself.
    When she looked down at the pregnancy test, she was shocked to see two pink lines. Pregnant. She gasped and put her hand to her mouth as she slid down the wall to the floor. Sitting on the cool linoleum, Avery leaded her head back and groaned. She was pregnant, of all things. The very moment she was able to start her lifelong dream of becoming a farmer, she found herself pregnant by immaculate conception or with a werewolf.
    Instead of sitting there and thinking “why me,” she climbed to her feet and threw the pregnancy test in the garbage can. If she was really pregnant with a shapeshifting wolf baby, she certainly wanted to see it when it was born. She didn’t think for a second about not having it. From that moment on, Avery resolved that she was going to become a mother.
    In many ways, the thought of motherhood and pregnancy beginning in the way that it had, with her and the wolf-man lying naked in the fertile spring field, just felt right. She’d love this baby no matter who the father might be. Maybe she was going crazy. Maybe she was totally cracking up. But then again, maybe she wasn’t. Either way, she had to carry on or she would lose it all.
    For the next two weeks, Avery continued with her normal chores. Raking, weeding, pruning back the blackberries and brambles that were encroaching onto her farm along the driveway.
    One night, Avery made herself some steak and corn on a barbecue pit she’d built in the yard that sprawled around the side of her house. She sat beside the fire, into the night, and watched the full moon come out. Just as the last orange remnants of the sun faded into the purple night, Avery heard a gunshot crack down the road. She shot to her feet, wondering what had happened.
    With her heart pounding from the shock, she buried the fire and went inside. As she got ready for bed, she heard a knock from her front door. She almost jumped out of her skin from fright. Who would come to her house this late? She hurried to the front door in her robe, gripping the lapels on her neck. She opened the door a crack and peered outside.
    The absolute shock she felt when she looked upon the man who stood on her porch could not be equaled. It was him, his blue eyes glittering in the porch light. She couldn’t speak; she could barely think. For the last two weeks she had been carrying the knowledge of his child growing in her womb, not knowing if he was real or fantasy. But now, here he was, standing on her porch.
    Bleeding.
    “What happened?” she asked, stepping aside for him to enter her house. He walked past her and went to the kitchen, where he sat down at the table. He didn’t have any rips or tears in his clothes.
    He looked up at her with those blue eyes that seemed to see into her soul. His wound bled but he was happy to see her anyway.
    “I was shot,” he said matter-of-factly.
    “Who shot you?”
    “It doesn’t matter. I need you to help me.”
    “You need to go to a doctor,” she said. Avery didn’t know anything about treating a gunshot wound. But she did have some medicinal herbs and a bottle of hydrogen peroxide around her kitchen. He pulled off his bloody shirt, revealing a chest rippled with muscles and covered with symbolic tattoos.
    Several birdshot wounds dug into his shoulder. She found a pair of sharp tweezers and covered them with hydrogen peroxide before pulling the birdshot out of his arm, one pebble at a time. She dropped the little pieces of metal into a steel bowl and set it on the table in front of her when she was done.
    “I feel better already,” he said.
    She covered the wound with peroxide and prepared a poultice of medicinal herbs to apply to his wounds. She made the poultice with some water and white clay and applied it to his arm before tying it off with a bandage.
    “Who are you?” she asked in a whisper.
    “I am your mate,” he