Page 191
“Darian has her.”
“She saved me!”
“I know.” I cup her face and turn her toward me. “I know. Darian has her.”
Her face crumples. “Arlene!”
Another contraction hits.
Selena cries out and grabs me, her fingers digging into my arms. The pain tears through our bond, stronger than the others. My hand goes instinctively to her stomach.
Our daughter moves beneath my palm.
My Lycan goes still.
Pup coming.
I know.
I can feel it.
“Get the vehicles!” I roar at the nearest warriors. “Now! Tell the hospital we're coming with two emergencies. Active labor and a silver chest wound.”
Warriors move immediately.
Darian's Alpha aura still presses against the clearing, but something has changed. The rage is there. The power is there. Beneath both of them is something I never expected to feel from him.
Fear.
I look over at him. Darian has one arm behind Arlene, holding her against him. His other hand hovers near the dagger protruding from her chest.
“Don't pull it out,” I tell him. “Leave it in until we get her to the hospital.”
His eyes meet mine for half a second before dropping back to his mate. Blood spreads across Arlene's shirt, soaking the fabric around the silver blade.
“Arlene, look at me.”
Her eyes flutter.
“Darian...”
“I'm right here.”
Selena sobs at the sound of her voice.
“Arlene!”
Another contraction hits. Selena folds against me with a cry, her fingers digging harder into my arms.
I feel all of it. Her pain. Her fear. Her body tightening. Our daughter moving lower.
She's coming.
“Selena.”
She shakes her head, tears still falling as she tries to look toward Arlene.
“I need to go to her.”
