Jenelle’s screams echoed through the hospital corridor, Jace could not wait any linger, he made his way into the room. Jenelle, laid on the bed, in agony, sweating. Her eyes rolled back in pain, sweat beading on her forehead, and her hands clawing at the rails of the gurney.
Jace stood frozen for a moment, the weight of everything crashing down around him. Zoe’s voice still echoed in his ears, her frightened words and Elaria’s confirmation rattling in his chest like a war drum.
“She used dark magic... to bind your will,” Elaria had said, her tone filled with dread.
Jace’s heart was a whirlwind of guilt, disbelief, and rage. But there was no time. Jenelle was in labor, and if the pup was indeed his, he owed it to the child to ensure she was safe.
He grabbed a nurse by the arm. "What'sha
