ELENA'S POV
The contractions came every two minutes like clockwork.
Petra had me flat on the cot with the monitor running and her hands moving through her kit with the focused efficiency of someone who had decided panic was not an option and was holding that decision with everything she had.
Viviana stood at the door. Not pacing. Just standing, which from Viviana was its own kind of tension.
Kyle had gone for Ryker's pack medic and hadn't come back yet.
Another contraction hit and I breathed through it, in through the nose, out slow, the way Seraphine had drilled into me for power surges and apparently also for this. My hand was pressed flat against my stomach and I was counting between the waves and the counting was keeping me from going somewhere I couldn't afford to go.
"Still str
