"What do you need to tell me? And why do you look so nervous?" Lucky asked, as Traven gestured for her to sit down.
"You're pregnant," Traven told her. "Sabrina sensed it this morning." He waited anxiously for her reaction. They hadn't discussed pups, other than mentioning that they both wanted them some day. They should have known that some day was going to come sooner than they thought. He saw the surprise on her face, which very quickly changed to excitement, and pure joy.
Lucky jumped to her feet. "That's awesome! I can't believe it, we are going to have a little pup! This is so exciting!" She put her hand on her still flat belly. "I can't believe there is a little werewolf pup growing in there!"
"Well, you're partially right. There is more than one pup," Traven said, "there are three. Two girls and a boy. All will be Moonchildren, just like you."
