CHAPTER 81: A HUMAN'S NEST

TALIA’S POV I was currently bundled up on the chair, wrapped in soft blankets and fur-made covers. Winter called it a nest. Pregnant wolves always made nests. It always happens around the time the mother begins to get uncomfortable with the normal, mundane way of life. So her maternal instinct allows her to set up a bed of some sort, with anything she feels can make her comfortable. A place she is not to be disturbed, a place she finds peace and quiet. It usually takes a she-wolf a day to create a nest because they have to find all the materials needed for it, but it took me three days. Winter ordered the best of the best blankets and fluffiest pillows. Although she had a set of what I call exotic pillows and blankets because they were made from her fur, the ones she'd buy every month. They looked like the Milky Way. Sparkles and colors. “Was that Silas?” I asked as I munched on a big bowl of tender, juicy meat. I've been craving a lot of them since I arrived. “Y