"But theres no reason to go after you either,"

Sage shrugged. "I can morph too," he pointed out. "Maybe they just have a special hate for werewolves. It would t exactly be uncommon," he grumbled.

"Baby, I used to work with werewolves who worked for her. Shes just crazy,"

Sage huffed out a breath of air and shook his head. "I don't know. It can't just be random," he murmured. "Why did she want me dead to begin with? Do you remember," he asked curiously.

"I dunno. You don't ask questions, you just do it,"

Sage groaned and rolled onto his back, mind a mess of thoughts and emotions. "There has to be a way to figure it out," he breathed

Celeste glanced over at him, now significantly far away from her as he rolled onto his back and she was extremely pregnant. She sighed and rolled over, back now to him. "...goodnight," she whispered.

Sage grunted and rolled back over to wrap his arm around her. "Goodnight," he noted softly. He knew they should try to sleep....he wasn't getting very far though

Celeste didn't sleep well all night, waking up every hour and checking on her babies before going back to sleep. Eventually, early, early in the morning, she flung herself up, running to the toilet and vomiting.

Sage hadn't really slept much. A few times he'd gone into a light, fitful rest, but always woke soon after. When Celeste ran for the bathroom, he followed behind slowly, rubbing his eyes and then reaching to hold her hair