I glance at the Omega lead. “She’s the one who ran out of birth control.” This might be affecting her hormones on some level. Quinn shoots me a glare. “What if Luna didn’t want everyone to know?” “We’re fucking past that, Quinn,” I say seriously. Akara nods. “We could be here for another three months, guys. This isn’t the time to censor any shit. You know something, say it.” Donnelly smacks a pack of cigarettes on his palm. “She’s been having bad cramps too.”
