Yorick

    After Sten’s court hearing, Cyra and I went back to campus.

    “It’s done. It’s finally done!” she says.

    “Good, now you can rx. You haven’t been sleeping, you haven’t been eating, I can feel how upset you’ve been all week. I don’t like my mate being so

    stressed.”

    “There was no way around it, Yorick, you know that. But now, it’s done. Now we can focus on our pack, our studies, getting you on the C–Squad, and starting our lives together.”

    “Mmm, I like the sound of that,” I tell her.

    Since I know she’s been so stressed this week, I tuck her beside me on our loveseat while we study. But the next day, she still wakes up feeling queasy.

    “Baby, you have to rx,” I murmur in the morning, still holding her against me in bed.

    “I know. I thought I would feel better today, but maybe it’s going to take a couple of days. So much has happened so quickly,” she says.

    We get through our Friday sses, then say goodbye to Landon and L, wishing them a good visit with Landon’s family.

    “I expect good news when you return on Sunday,” I tell him.

    Landon justughs. “We’re going to talk. Hopefully, we’ll have made a decision by then, but I won’t rush L. A lot has happened to her in a short amount

    of time.”

    “I understand and I respect that, having my own mate who has had a rough week,” I tell him.

    We say goodbye and start to head to our car when I hear a familiar voice calling out to me.

    “Striker!”

    I turn, seeing Hacker jogging over to us. “Hey, I was just wondering if you’d given any more thought to me staying the night in your pack this weekend?”

    Honestly, I’d pushed the thought of having the man who is taking my sister on a date stay at my pack, under the same roof as my sister, so far out of my mind that I’dpletely forgotten about it.

    I hear Eyra chuckling beside me.

    “Fine. One night.”

    Hacker grins excitedly. “Great! Thanks! I’ll see you tomorrow then!” he says before jogging off.

    “Why do I feel like that was a huge mistake?” I grumble.

    “It wasn’t. He’s not going to ido /ianything stupid, First, he knows your family would kill him. But second, it’s important that he maintains ba /bgood rtionship with Wendy since she’ll be on their team next year. I thought it was telling how he said that any weakness of hers is a weakness bfor /ball of them. If he does something to put a rift between them, it weakens their team. bHe /bloves what he’s doing, and I don’t see him doing anything bto /bbjeopardize /bbthat/b,” she says.

    b“/bAlways the voice of reason!” I say, kissing her before we get bin /bthe car.

    We bhaven’t /bbhad /bba /blot of free timeb, /bbut Connor did send bover /bbthe /bpackhouse specifications bfor /bus to look bat /bbthis /bweek. bCyra /bband /bI bhad /bdecided bon /bbthe /bbones /bwe bwanted /band as we drive down the road toward her father’s old bpackhouse/bb, /bwe pass bthe /bcentralized area where bwe /bwant bour /bbnew /bbpackhouse /bbto /bbbe/bb. /bbI’m /bshocked when bI /bsee that bConnor /bbhas /bbalready /bstarted breaking bground/b. bIt /bbmust /bbhave /bbhappened /bbtoday /bbbecause /bhe bdidn’t /bbsay anything /bbabout /bbit /bbwhen /bbwe /b

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    saw him in court yesterday.

    I pull into the area, stopping beside a bunch of trucks and machines. Cyra and I get out excitedly, seeing my father ahead of us.

    “Dad!” I call out.

    “Hey, Yorick. Hey, Cyra. Connor wanted this to be a surprise,” he says.

    I look around, realizing they’ve already dug out and framed the foundation of the packhouse.

    “We pour the concrete tomorrow and then we have to let it set before they can start building,” my dad says.

    I wrap my arm around Cyra, pulling her against me. I can feel her excitement, as strong as mine.

    “This is incredible. I can’t believe everything is falling into ce,” she says.

    “Obviously, we can’t spar here for a while. They’ve taken over our sparring area and it will be too loud once they start construction. So, I have the different sides alternating. We’ll spar on the west side tomorrow and the east side on Sunday. I’m looking at other areas where we can create a joint sparring ground temporarily. We can be near here in the morning, but afternoon training will be more difficult with the construction going on,” my father

    says.

    After we talk to the construction manager, Cyra and I get back in the SUV. I call Connor, thanking him again for this gift.

    Dad and Cyra spend the evening going through the pack’s financials, while I spend time with pack members, checking in and making sure everyone is

    settled.

    Over dinner, Cyra and I make an announcement about the results of court this week, letting everyone know that Alpha Arden and Alpha Sten were both found guilty and will be spending the rest of their lives in jail. I’m thankful that no one seems upset by the results of the trial.

    The next morning, Cyra once again wakes up feeling nauseous.

    “We’re going to see mom,” I tell her.

    “I know. We have our final pregnancy test before she puts me on birth control. Honestly, it seems ridiculous to even bother. If I was pregnant, I’d know it by now.”

    “Well, mom will insist and since you’re not recovering from the stress of this week, I want her to look you over. Life isn’t going to slow down for us, Cyra. I want to make sure you stay healthy.”

    “Have I told you that I love you?” she asksb, /bgrinning up at me.

    “Only twice today. I’m feeling a bit unloved,” I say grinning, and making herugh.

    At breakfast, I ask my mom if she can see Cyra sooner rather thanter.

    “I’m worried about the stress that she’s been under mom. She’s been off all week, not sleeping well, not eating well. I just want to make sure that everything that happened this week isn’t causing problems that we don’t know about,” I say.

    “Of course. Why don’t we go right after breakfast,” she says.

    b“/bThanks, Mom,” I say, feeling relieved. I know if there is something wrong with Cyra, Mom will figure it out.

    I let Dad know that we’re going to see mom first thing, then he and Cyra can get to work while I go visit the other side and check in with Beta bEric/b.

    “Is everything alright? I noticed she wasn’t herself at warrior training this morning,” he says.

    “bThe /bstress of the week has really gotten to her. I just want to make sure I don’t need to force her bto /bbrest /bbmore/b. bShe’s /bbnot /bbbouncing /bbback /bbafter /bbeverything /bthat happened this week.”

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    “It was a lot. If there’s a problem, your mother will find it and fix it,” he says confidently.

    “I know. That’s why we’re going now. And Dad, if Cyra needs rest, I’m going to force her to take the weekend off.”

    “Understood,” he says.

    After talking to my father, I get Cyra and we walk to the pack hospital together.

    “Stop worrying, Yorick. I’m fine,” she says.

    “Of course you are,” I say, not feeling as confident as I force myself to sound. I’ll feel better hearing that she’s fine from my mother.

    We go through the usual process of Cyra peeing in a cup, then while my mother takes her blood, she begins asking Cyra about her symptoms.

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    “She’s not sleeping. She’s not eating as much as she used to. She wakes up feeling nauseous every morning, at least she has most of thisst week,” I say, watching Cyra closely.

    My mother stops and looks at me.

    “What?”

    “Is your name Cyra?” she asks me.

    I open my mouth, looking at my mate who grins at me.

    “No,” I grumble.

    “Now that we have that established, Cyra,i” /ishe says, stressing her name, “why don’t you tell me how you’re feeling.”

    Cyra lets iher /iknow that this past week was very stressful for her. She’s been feeling run down and tired, more than normal, and she has struggled to eat, feeling nauseous, especially in the mornings before court.

    “Rina, how are you feeling?” my mother asks Cyra’s wolf.

    “The same, Luna. My human and I have struggled this week. Seeing our father, hearing what he said, it was very difficult emotionally.”

    “I definitely understand that. I’m going to run some extra tests to check your iron, your adrenal nds, and a couple of other things that could be causing your fatigue. I’ll be back in a few minutesi,/ii” /ishe says.

    When she leaves, I take Cyra’s hand.

    “Yorick, I’m not dying. I’m just tired.”

    i“/iAnd nauseous,” I insist.

    She reaches iout /ito cup my face. “Would you be able ito /ieat if your father said those horrible things to you?”

    I shake my head, leaning in to press imy /iilips /ito hers. “No. But you handled it beautifully. You were so strong. I’m so proud of you.”

    My mother is back more quickly than I expected and she’s dragging a machine in with her.

    “Mom? What’s going on? Is Cyra sick?” I ask her, my fear for my mate spiking as Thad pushes forward.

    My mother chucklesb, /bturning to look at us.

    “bNo /bbson/bb. /bbShe’s /bnot sick. She’s pregnant.”

    09:18 Mon, b18 /bbAug /b