Ella Sinclair and I both gasp at the same moment, and my eyes fly open, finding his. We are both frozen in place, but then another cry sounds and we are instantly in motion, bolting through the forest, searching for our son.“Rafe!” I cry, my voice desperate as Sinclair pulls ahead of me on his lon
“You’re going to grow up to be so big and strong,” I whisper to my pup, rocking him close against my body. “And we can’t wait to watch you do it.”“We need you to be strong, buddy,” Sinclair whispers, his voice catching. “Just hold on. Your mama’s going to carry you, and keep you safe.”“We’re so so
3(rd) Person Cora almost skids to a stop as she flies into Ella’s hospital room. “What,” she gasps. “What is it – is she –“ But Sinclair is just standing at the side of Ella’s bed, his hands pressed deep into his pockets, staring at the door as if he was waiting for her. Cora bites her words bac
Cora still hesitates and is surprised when Roger comes to her side and takes her hand. “We have to try,” he murmurs. When she looks up at him, she’s further shocked to see that his eyes are filled with hope. “I think he’s right, Cora. It makes sense. And it’s a gift – I don’t think it can hurt her.”
Ella My head feels…so heavy. I groan, trying to move my hands up so I can press them against my temples, but I can’t move them. “Easy,” I hear him say beside me and instinctually I turn towards his voice. Where – “Easy, Ella,” he murmurs, his words thick with emotion. “It’s all right…”I peel my
“Am I all right,” she huffs, laughing through the tears that are falling down her own cheeks. “Are you?”I smile at her, unable to help myself, and then glance down at my poor beat up little body. “Um, I think so?” I feel so weak but there is also…a warmth, a stillness in me that feels... I frown, l
I look up at Sinclair then, my eyes pleading. I know that if I ask him, if I want it enough, he’ll pick me up and carry me bodily out of this hospital right now. But he slowly shakes his head too, letting me know he agrees with the doctor. “I want you home as well, baby,” he murmurs, “both of you. B
Ella “All right,” the doctor says, sweeping into the room where Sinclair and I are resting together on my hospital bed, my head on my mate’s shoulder as we watch some daytime soap opera. I perk up at the doctor’s entrance, eager to hear what he has to say. Sinclair gives a little groan as he sits