Honestly, she should have known this was going to happen.

You can't just fool around without consequences forever, and there had been something...different, about the first few times she fucked Dimitri during the tournament, shrugging it off as the festive nature of the funeral.

Who would have guessed Freyr would favor her so quickly? That life would be made from the death of so many?

The early signs had been ignored, but there was no ignoring the wave of unease that hit when she woke up the day before, the feeling of her stomach trying to revolt against moving, her sore legs that she had previously chalked up to exploring the new territory properly....

Fiadh told Dimitri, and left it up to them to tell the leaders, their mothers, to gather the pair together so the two of them could bring the news. She wasn't worried, after all what pack would be upset at new warriors joining their ranks? Especially one woth her proven bloodline, merged with the leaders of this pack, Fiadh had no worries about telling the... high priestesses? She was still wrapping her head around the name for leaders here...wait oh fuck.

Now she was a little worried, the dots have ping ponged around in her brain at just the right angle, connecting just as Dimitri looked at her with that cautious glance before talking to his moms.

Fiadh was carrying potential heirs.

Because thats how packs around in these parts work, right?

Still, when Dimitri finished dropping the news, Fiadh proudly pressed up against their side. So looks like you're all stuck with meeee