Hayes
thes damp and sticky with blood. The metal
t took several seconds before I could make out the grand foyer a
ony, a physical reminder of t
ne from my pocket. The screen was a
Each time, the same cold, automated voice:
toward his. It was like throwing myself against a st
mate, had chosen to believe another woman, had cut off my
id down my cheeks, mixing w
an to fade again, the cracke
ivan. My b
I knew I could
s clumsy. I couldn't form a w
hloe's voice on the other end was sharp with alar
ly broken sounds came ou
t now!" Her voice was firm,
y. The front door burst open, not unlocked but forced, and
She ran to my side, her hands shaking as sh
a. Who did t
, fresh tears wellin
ly scattered flashes-the wail of the ambulance siren, Chloe's hand g
e ceiling and the sharp,
eyes red and swollen. "You're a
to my stomach. It felt empty. A hollow,
a... The Healer said... you were eight weeks pregnant. B
oken aloud was a final, brutal verdict. My heart
m. "Luna," she said softly. "Your body is very weak. You need to rest." In o
den know?" I ask
him a dozen times. Texted him. He didn't answe
know he has lost a cub. I have sent him an
in my chest. An official notification
to my room remained c
ble. A text from Aiden. His first contact
hook as I
was only o
o support your performance, Kir
dn't believe me. He thought all of this-the hospital, the Healer's offi
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