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I rushed my mate to the infirmary. I hardly noticed that we were moving, that’s how focused I was on listening to every breath Bryn breathed, every beat of her heart. I could even hear our pup’s heartbeat. It had started to keep pace with Bryn’s, as if our pup was worried about her mother.

In the infirmary, I laid her on the bed and stuck close to her. “She fought the feral,” Lance explained. He was sweating and staring at Bryn with wide, worried eyes. Her blood was on his shirt. It was on mine, too. “She killed it, but it injured her like this.”

My beautiful, brave mate. I touched her soft cheek, splattered with red. She’d protected the women while they escaped, but look at what had happened to her.

Seconds later, the Camas doctor arrived. When he laid eyes on her, determination gave way to uncertainty in an instant.

“Oh. I wasn’t aware that she was…with child.”

“What does that matter?” I growled. “Help her. Now.”

“I-I’m sorry. I don’t handle pregnant women. That is for the midwives