The were-wolf kingdom was different from the human world.   From where she stood, there were miles of tress stretching out to occupy the green planes.    “I feel sick.” Tao stumbled onto his knees, holding his stomach. Chaeyoung ran over to him, his back. “Tao? You okay?”   Tao shook his head, “My stomach, it freaking hurts.” He grumbled while he rolled onto his side, squirming uncomfortably.    Chaeyoung frowned seeing both Chanyeol and Baekhyun snickering at his misfortune, even Kai that was smirking. Even with his stomach hurting, Tao held out his finger and flipped them off before clasping onto his stomach again. “Is this how pregnant women feel?” Tao dumbly asked through gritted teeth.   Chaeyoung scoffed, flicking the tip of his nose. “No Tao.”   “Really? Cause it feels like I’m going into labour.”   “Either that, or you need to .” Kris chuckled, earning a strangled growl from Tao.   “Suho, go heal him.” Sehun ordered. Suho was hesitant but one glance back at the royal, he obliged, dragging his feet to Tao. “Sit up mutt!” He instructed, nudging his back with the tip of his shoes.   Tao groaned, “Go away.” He barked.   “I was ordered to do this.” He snapped, “Now get up.”   “No.” Tao was stubborn.    “Leave him, I’ll do it.” Chaeyoung sighed.   Suho looked at her with disbelief, “Are you serious? What is a mere human like you going to do?” He challenged with a hint of sarcasm hanging of his question.   Chaeyoung ignored him. She clicked her fingers and orange flames danced in her hands. She put her hands together, and the flames combined, growing healthily in her hands.   Everyone turned silent but Chaeyoung paid no heed, just bending the flames in her palms and pressing it flat on Tao’s stomach. The flames soaked into his stomach, growing warm as Tao bucked upwards from the flames.   Once Chaeyoung withdrew her hands, Tao emitted a relieved sigh, scrambling up to his feet.   “Better?” Chaeyoung asked, also getting up with Kris’s help.   Tao nodded slowly, his eyes filled with confusion. “Chaeyoung…” He said her name with caution. “W-What did you do?” He glanced down at his untroubled stomach.    Chaeyoung shook her head, “Later.” She answered shortly.   Suho suddenly grabbed Chaeyoung’s wrist, studying her intently, “What did you do?” He whispered in disbelief. “Flames should not be able to heal, yet you…..” His eyes flickered over to Tao. “…healed with it….” His words were a mere string of whispers.   “Don’t touch her.” Kris growled possessively, pulling Chaeyoung behind