Chapter Fifty-Five

Esme’s POV

“Doc Wood needs you now. Liberty is in labour, he needs blood, towels and blankets. There is no time for that, come on, we need to get the blood and back to Gabe’s spot.” I yell at Imelda. I can’t believe that whilst I’m telling her all this, she is gathering up potions and candles and daggers from her alter like she hasn’t a care in the world. “Imelda. Did you hear me? Liberty needs you.” I walk over and shake her shoulder but she is engrossed in her task.

“You go ahead, I’ll be right behind you. There is something I must do first and it can’t wait.” There is no arguing with her, I can hear in her voice that whatever she needs to do is something she will not be dissuaded from. Whatever it is, I hope and pray it doesn’t cost us our Luna and her pups.

“Whatever you are planning, make it quick, she didn’t look good when I left.” The image of the blood and panic on Liberty’s face won’t ever leave my mind. I don’t usually listen to my gut, I don’t have to, I have always been