Aria remained stunned by the lake.
The baby cried again and something deep within her again.
Something primal called out to her.
Her breasts suddenly ached painfully again and warmth spread beneath the front bodice of her dress.
Milk.
Aria’s breathing became uneven.
She pressed a trembling hand against herself as though she could force her body to stop reacting.
The crying continued.
A sharp frustrated sound escaped her throat.
"Stop it..." she muttered to herself. "It’s not your child."
Maybe this was just her neighbors playing tricks on her.
Making fun of her, taunting her because at the young age of twenty one she had lost her own baby whilst they had a huge family.
The crying only grew louder.
Then suddenly, a branch snapped somewhere deeper in the forest.
Aria’s head jerked up.
At first she saw nothing except shadows moving between trees.
Then a figure stumbled through the darkness.
A man.
He wore dark clothes stained heavily with blood and mud.
His hood partially covered his face as he hurried forward clutching a bundle tightly against his chest.
The baby cried again.
Aria’s stomach twisted violently.
The man looked around frantically before continuing toward the lower path near the lake.
Something felt wrong.
Terribly wrong.
Aria slowly stood from the rock.
Maybe she should leave.
This had nothing to do with her.
She had already suffered enough.
Her husband was dead.
Her child was dead.
Her life was ruined.
She did not need more trouble.
So why couldn’t she move?
The baby suddenly wailed louder.
And Aria physically doubled over.
Pain shot through her chest so suddenly she gasped in horror.
Fear crawled up her spine.
Her body was reacting as though her own baby was nearby.
The stranger adjusted the crying child roughly and hissed,
"Shut up."
He was so fixated on his race he barely noticed her.
Aria’s eyes narrowed instantly.
Something is wrong.
No one would hold their own child or speak to it in such a cruel way.
The realization slammed into her all at once.
Before she could think better of it, Aria stepped forward.
"Hey!"
The man froze.
Slowly, he turned toward her.
Even in the darkness she could see the irritation on his face.
"Mind your business," he snapped and his eyes glowed bright yellow.
The baby cried harder.
The sound tore through Aria like claws.
Without realizing it, she took another step forward.
"That baby shouldn’t be out here," she said carefully. "What are you doing with that child?"
The wolf’s eyes darkened instantly.
"Walk away."
Fear flickered through Aria.
Real fear.
But then the baby cried again,
small, helpless, desperate.
"No."
The word surprised even her.
The man frowned. "What?"
Aria swallowed hard though her heart pounded violently.
"I said no."
The wolf cursed under his breath and tried to continue past her.

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