Luna
The healing ward felt suffocating. Soft white sheets tangled around my legs, a physical representation of the emotional constraints binding me. Sarah's voice cut through my hazy consciousness, her healer's hands gentle but firm.
"You need to rest," she said, adjusting the blankets. "The baby's health depends on your stability."
My baby. Our baby.
Kane's baby.
The thought brought a complicated mix of emotions - hope, fear, anger, love. My wolf stirred restlessly inside me, a turbulent force matching my inner turmoil.
Sarah's instructions came with a series of strict rules. "No stress," she emphasized. "No sudden movements. Your body is carrying something precious."
"Something precious," I repeated quietly. The words felt hollow.
"The crystal," Sarah continued, her fingers brushing the magical ……
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