Chapter 118

On our third day in the park, Ingrid was running as a wolf, sort of a long distance warning system. I don’t know if there were wolves normally in the park, as it was on Mount Desert Island, but it was close enough for wolves to swim to it, if they didn’t come across the bridge like the cars, perhaps even in the cars if they were werewolves, like our three. All of them had scented wolf trace, but no live wolves.

Ingrid had rejoined us to shift back to human and get her clothes, which we carried for her. She stopped and sniffed at Brigitte, then woofed.

“You’re fucking kidding me, right?” Brigitte said. Ingrid woofed again.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Ingrid says I’m pregnant.” She looked at my father. “Jess, I think you’re about to have a half sibling. Your father is the only one I’ve had sex with during the applicable time frame.”

Dad looked gobsmacked by that bit of news. Mom didn’t. She looked thoughtful.

“Instead of giving it up for adoption, can