Chapter8
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Georgia's body was numb, her breath shallow. She was falling, deep, heavy, sinking into nothingness. But something yanked her back. A sound. Small, fragile cries.
Her babies.
Her eyes snapped open, her vision blurring before sharpening again. The wooden ceiling above her swayed, and for a second, she didn’t know where she was.
Then the pain hit.
Her entire body ached like she had been trampled by a pack of wolves. Her arms felt weak, trembling as she pushed herself up. The weight in her lap shifted, and she looked down.
Three tiny bundles.
Her heart clenched.
They were safe.
A choked sob rose in her throat as she touched each of their faces, their warmth grounding her. She had survived. They had survived.
"Georgia!"
Anna’s voice was sharp with relief, and a second later, hands gripped her shoulders. Georgia turned, blinking at Anna’s worried face.
"You scared the hell out of me!" Anna exhaled heavily, running a hand through her disheveled hair. "I thought you"
She shook her head, biting back whatever words she didn’t want to say. Instead, she pressed a shaking hand to Georgia’s forehead.
"You have a fever. You lost a lot of blood. You need to rest."
Rest.
Georgia almost laughed.
There was no rest now.
Not when three little lives depended on her.
Still, her body was weak, her limbs trembling as Anna helped her lean against the wall. The fire in the small cabin had burned low, the air cold against her damp skin.
She pulled the babies closer, their tiny warmth the only thing keeping her grounded.
Anna handed her a cloth with warm water. "Here, clean yourself up a little."
Georgia didn’t argue. She wiped the sweat from her face, her hands shaking so badly she could barely hold the cloth.
She had never felt this weak before.
And it terrified her.
Because weakness meant danger.
And danger meant she could lose everything.
Days passed.
The pain lessened. The bleeding slowed. But exhaustion never left.
The babies cried endlessly. Day and night. Sometimes one at a time, sometimes all together, their tiny wails piercing the quiet cabin.
Georgia barely slept.
She rocked them, held them, whispered to them, trying to soothe them the best she could. But food was scarce, and her body was weak. Her milk wasn’t enough, and the babies were always hungry.
Anna did her best, going to the human town for supplies, but it wasn’t enough.
And the whispers started.
Rumors of a single mother with wolf children.
Georgia ignored them. She had no choice. Surviving was all that mattered.
But survival was getting harder.
The fear never left. She felt it every second, pressing down on her like a weight. She was exposed. Weak. If someone came if he found her, she wouldn’t be able to fight back.
Then, one night, the nightmares became real.
BANG.
A fist slammed against the door.
Georgia froze.
The babies whimpered in their sleep, their tiny bodies nestled against her chest. Her heart pounded. The room was dark, the fire barely flickering. Outside, the wind howled.
Another bang.
She knew that sound.
Rogues.
Her breath hitched.
They had found her.
Panic clawed at her throat. Her hands tightened around her babies, pressing them closer.
She was too weak. Too tired. She couldn't fight.
But she had to.
Anna’s footsteps rushed toward her. "Georgia," she whispered urgently. "You have to run. Take the babies and go out the back"
CRASH.
The door burst open.
A cold gust of wind rushed in, blowing out the fire. Shadows filled the cabin, tall, dark figures stepping inside. The stench of blood and dirt filled Georgia’s nose.
Three of them.
Big. Strong. Dangerous.
"Well, well," one of them sneered. "Look what we have here."
Georgia’s wolf stirred, weak but angry.
The rogue stepped closer. "We heard stories about a little omega hiding out here. Thought we'd check if they were true." His dark eyes flicked to the babies in her arms. His lips curled.
"Guess they were."
Rage exploded inside her.
She **would not** let them take her children.
"Leave," she snarled, shifting her body to shield the babies.
The rogue laughed. "Or what? You gonna fight us?" He tilted his head. "You look half-dead, sweetheart."
He was right.
Her body was weak. Her strength was gone.
But a mother’s love was stronger than any pain.
And she refused to be weak again.
Georgia took a deep breath.
And shifted.
Agony tore through her, her bones snapping, her muscles twisting. She hadn’t shifted since her pregnancy. The pain was unbearable, her weakened body screaming in protest.
But she didn’t stop.
Couldn’t stop.
A snarl ripped from her throat as fur covered her skin, her claws scraping against the wooden floor.
The rogue’s smirk vanished.
"Shit."
Georgia lunged.
Her teeth sank into his arm, tearing through flesh. He screamed, stumbling back, blood splattering across the floor. The others reacted fast.
Too fast.
A blow slammed into her side, sending her crashing into the wall. Pain exploded in her ribs.
She barely had time to recover before another rogue lunged.
But Georgia was faster.
She twisted, snapping her jaws at his throat. He barely dodged in time, stumbling back.
The third one grabbed a knife.
Anna screamed.
"GEORGIA!"
The blade slashed down
She dodged at the last second. The knife missed, embedding into the wooden floor instead.
She took her chance.
With a vicious growl, she ripped into his throat.
Blood sprayed.
The rogue gurgled, eyes wide, before crumpling to the floor.
The other two froze.
Georgia bared her teeth, blood dripping from her fangs.
"Leave," she snarled.
They didn’t hesitate.
They ran.
Georgia stood there, panting, her body trembling with exhaustion. The taste of blood filled her mouth. Her vision blurred, the pain creeping back in.
She turned.
The babies were still asleep, untouched.
She collapsed.
Anna was there in an instant, her hands gripping Georgia’s fur. "Breathe, G. Just breathe."
Georgia gasped for air, her body shaking violently. The shift was fading, her human form returning, leaving her bloody, bruised, and broken on the floor.
But she had won.
She had protected them.
Her vision swam as Anna pressed a cloth to her wounds, her voice frantic. "You i***t. You could have died."
Georgia barely heard her.
She looked at the babies, safe and warm, their tiny chests rising and falling with each peaceful breath.
Then
A hand grabbed her ankle.
Cold, firm, unrelenting.
Her breath caught.
She looked down.
The rogue she had killed
His dead eyes snapped open.
A hand reached for her throat
Georgia screamed.
And woke up.
Her body lurched upright, drenched in sweat. Her heart pounded, her breath ragged. The cabin was quiet.
No blood.
No
rogues.
Just a nightmare.
Her body lurched upright, drenched in sweat. Her heart pounded, her breath ragged. The cabin was quiet.
No blood.
No rogues.
Just a nightmare.
But then
A faint thud came from outside.
Her breath hitched.
She wasn’t alone.
The nightmare hadn’t ended.
Her eyes darted to the door. It was open.”
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