Nina “You did what?” The evening’s events had left a bittersweet taste in my mouth as I sat in front of the bedroom vanity, slowly brushing out my long, black hair. It had gotten so much longer over the past year, and now fell almost down to my butt. My bangs had grown out, though. “I told her
Nina I woke up the next morning to a familiar, yet unwelcome sensation—a sharp, throbbing pain in my lower abdomen. In fact, it was the pain that woke me up from a deep sleep. The discomfort was so intense that it felt like a tight knot had formed in my stomach, making me curl up instinctively.
Nina I stared back and forth between the pamphlet in my hands and the poster on the glass doors. “Prenatal Yoga: Movement for Expecting Mothers,” the sign read. The one on the door had the same image of a very pregnant woman doing a headstand, and I almost laughed again at the idea. It had to
“Don’t worry, it gets easier,” she whispered, her voice laced with a hint of condescension. “Though it’s clear you haven’t been exercising much.” I stiffened, the comment stinging more than I cared to admit. Little did she know the sort of physical peak my body had come into when my wolf had emerg
Nina I woke up the following morning with a sense of dread in my stomach. Despite Enzo’s words of encouragement, the memory of the previous yoga class were still fresh in my mind. The hurtful words, the mocking glances—they had left a deeper mark than I cared to admit. I guess I had thought that
Nina “It’s Nina, right?” A familiar voice pierced through my calm. Opening my eyes, I saw Lea, the woman from my last class, standing over me with a smirk. “Back for more?” she asked, tossing her sleek, long ponytail over her shoulder. I straightened up, meeting her gaze. Enzo’s words of encou
Nina Sarah and I walked into the local cafe together, where we ordered two cups of tea and found a warm corner table to settle in. I sank down into my seat, feeling a little bolstered by the prospect of a new friend. “So,” Sarah said, taking the lid off of her cup to let her tea cool. The steam
Nina I walked down the street, taking in the fresh afternoon air. It was going to get even hotter today, and my pool at home was already calling to me. I slipped my phone out of my pocket and texted Enzo: “Where are you at?” “Sports shop,” he replied a few moments later. “Needed some things.”