Fenrir POV
It had been a few months. Harry had stopped going to Gayl for check ups every month. The pressure and constant let down from his body had taken its toll upon him. He didn't smile as often as he used to. No matter how much I tried to please him and show him that I loved him no matter what, he still hated himself. Blamed himself for not being able to give me cubs. Not being able to carry on our bloodline. It broke my heart when I saw his frown as he sat in silence day in, day out.
I woke up slowly. I stretched out to where I knew my mate should be, but felt emptiness. I listened as intently as I could. I could smell and hear someone being sick. I quickly got up and walked outside towards the bushes where the person was. I was shocked to see that the person was actually Harry. My wolf screamed at me for not taking care of my submissive. I grit my teeth and moved forward. I gently rubbed my mates back and made a soft rumbling noise to try to calm him down. Harry slumped against my side and I looked at him. His skin was deathly white, like paper and he was sweaty. I kissed his sweaty forehead.
'Are you okay my sweet?' I softly asked.
'I'm fine, it's happened for the last few days. I think I've caught a bug from being in the cold.' He mumbled as he buried himself further into my embrace. We were both silent.
Something doesn't add up. Werewolves don't get colds. Our immune systems are better than humans and wizards. I better keep an eye on him.
It was the day of the full moon, and the pack always try to eat the last meal together before we turn. I noticed as Harry got changed into his loose cloth that it was getting tight around the stomach. That furthered my suspicions. But I wouldn't tell him yet. I needed proof.
We all sat at the table and Liekos placed down the food. We always had raw meat on the night of the full moon. It was usually Harry's favourite food. Tonight though, it was put in front f him and I saw him go green. He pushed it away from him and as I ate, I watched him. Suddenly he got up and ran to the bushes. He was being sick. Again. I quickly ran back to his side and rubbed his back. I caught Gayl's eye and she gave me a knowing look.
'Harry, let's get you checked over by Gayl.'
'We don't have time.' He snapped irritably.
'When its about your health, there is always time!' I snapped.
He whimpered and showed me his neck in a sign of submission. I gently took his hand and we walked towards the medical area, away from prying eyes.
Gayl smiled at him as he lay down and closed his eyes. She cast the diagnostic spell. The spell made Harry's stomach glow blue. He was pregnant.
'Well I guess congratulations are in order Harry.' She smiled.
'What?'
'You're pregnant.'