Almara’s PovI wish Arthur told me a war was pending. I would’ve held off on showing him the pregnancy test I bought. Then again, I really didn’t want to take the test by myself, only to get a positive result also by myself. I can’t believe we’re having another baby. I’m ecstatic, truly and I know Arthur is too, but what we’re not admitting is how terrified we are. Tension between the Vampires and the Wolves has been growing and it seems inevitable that a war is going to start.All the major media platforms are reporting on this and it’s all anyone can talk about. Apparently, the Vampires have come into some kind of new power and are eager to flaunt it. At least that’s how it appears.I am two months pregnant now and the morning sickness is keeping me bound to my bed so all I can really do is flip through the T.V channels or scroll on my phone which is slowly driving me crazy.My phone also hasn’t been the same since it’s been hacked, and apparently, I’m not the only one. Across the
Author's PovI dig my claws into the ground and crouch down low. The cold slanted rain hits my back, dampening my fur, and through short hot exhales from my snout I can see my breath. Nothing else moves, no sign of life seems to exist anywhere on this barren land until something catches my attention out of the corner of my eye.By the scent, I know it’s Robert. “I told you to stay back,” I growl making sure to keep my voice as low as possible.“It’s time to move in deeper,” Robert says back. At least he has the common sense to keep his voice down.“As your Alpha, I’m giving an order,” I snap. Robert is only beta because my father turned him back into a werewolf when the petty attacks by the vampires kept persisting. He’s technically family and born into it.I only agreed for him to be beta because he was also once a vampire, he knows how their twisted minds work. Now that he’s full werewolf and the oldest, he thinks he should be the Alpha and after this war, I’ll fight him to the deat
Almara’s PovIn only a month, the state of my life has completely changed. Not just mine, but everybody’s. This realization paralyzes me as I stand in a white lab coat, feet glued to the aluminum tile that’s been scuffed by squeaking gurneys drenched with the blood of the dying.“Almara! Get back to class!” A doctor racing past me yells. Still, it takes my legs a minute to regain their mobility.The bathroom door shuts behind me and I cross the hall of the hospital, careful to keep an eye out for gurneys carrying a wounded soldier screeching past. I already got hit by one once and no one batted an eye as they hurried the poor victim off to the intensive care unit.Since then I try to hold off my bladder’s demands to be released for as long as I can while in class, but as I progress in my pregnancy the urge to pee is getting harder to ignore.Since Arthur made that risky step of entering vampire land, the war has expedited, and at a bloody cost.No one blames Arthur for sending a pack
Almara’s Pov“You’re going to be okay,” I tell the poor wolf being hurried off to the operating room, though I have no idea how he’s going to fair. This time, I’m not standing in the way or out of the way of the gurney- I’m the one pushing the wheels faster than they’re built for across the tiled floor.The solider groans in response. “Don’t,” I order him. “Save your energy, you’re going to have to fight if you want to stay alive,” I tell him. This is what we were instructed to tell the patients that come in here.If we can convince them all they have to do is exactly what they were just doing on the battlefield to save their life, their chances of survival double. Except this time, it’s not physical combat they’re doing, it’s a mental and emotional war they’re up against. Mind over matter.The solider closes his eyes and lets his body relax, despite the shakes and bumps of the flimsy cart that’s wheeling him. We burst through the doors leading to the operating room, I’ve stopped coun
Almara’s PovThe hospital doors burst open which commands my attention. Normally, the urgency in which the hospital doors open are mere background noise at this point, but something about the force in which the swinging doors almost flew off their hinges makes this particular entrance more intriguing.Perhaps it was more than the urgency of the doors that caught my attention, and maybe it was the fact that we’re fated mates- but I lock eyes with Arthur standing tall and ready for attack just in front of the doors shutting too slowly behind him in comparison to the force in which they were opened.For the first time, as far as I can tell, since I’ve been here the hospital which normally functions at a high intensity and anxious temper has stilled.Though Arthur looks physically prepared to take on any sudden attack with his feet planted firmly on the tile, his fists clenched at his sides, and his shoulders slightly hunched at a defensive position, his eyes look defeated.Behind his cra
Almara’s PovArthur was right. Our work did slow down. The doors to the hospital have been opening less and with less urgency. The plus side to this is we can give more undivided time to patients, the downside is we’re only slow because most of our members have already died.I like to think maybe it’s because we’re doing well on the battlefield, but if that were the case Arthur wouldn’t have needed to pull members from our staff.I push my lunch around with my fork
Almara’s PovThe hospital is only two miles away from the main battlefield, but in Lily’s form, I cross the distance in five minutes. I entered the war zone and my sense heightened. I whip my head to my left and see a couple of wolves ducked behind a barricade of bulletproof bags.I give them a slow nod and they return the gesture, but I can see the confusion in their eyes. I ignore it and take in my surroundings.The land is seemingly vacant on the surface, but as the two wolves th
Almara’s PovThe thud of my paws hitting the earth matches the rhythmic beat of my heart. Fast, yet steady. Something kicked in a couple of miles back that changed my mood from frantic to oddly calm in a maternal instinct kind of way.I have one sole mission to focus on, protect my daughter. Once that realization clicked, everything else inside me fell into place. I have this odd inner knowing that should anything or anyone get in my way, they wouldn’t stand a chance.Only when Arth