The morning room was bright with autumn sunlight.
Lysa had asked Seren to meet her there, alone, without the triplets. Not even Rowan, her mate was invited. Her voice had been strange on the messenger—tight, nervous, unlike her usual warmth.
Seren arrived to find Lysa pacing by the window, her hands clasped behind her back, her face pale.
"You're scaring me," Seren said, closing the door. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Everything. I don't know." Lysa stopped pacing and turned to face her. "I need to tell you something. And I need you to not freak out."
"I never freak out."
"I have seen you freak out on some occasions. Like when the triplets proposed."
"That was different. It was a surreal moment for me."
"You freaked out when the school opened."
"That was excitement."
Lysa took a breath. Then another. She held on to Seren's hands and looked up at her face.
"I'm pregnant." She said, turning her face down.
The room was silent.
