Rebecca's pov
I can't believe I actually asked for his help. Him—whoever he was—I asked for his help. It’s been a full day since I was locked up in the pack prison. Left to rot in this cold, dark cell with nobody paying attention to me. At first, I liked the solitude. Being alone meant no one could see my weaknesses, no one could judge me. But that was before the pain hit.
It started slowly, a dull, persistent cramping in my lower abdomen. At first, I ignored it, thinking it was just some temporary discomfort, maybe even stress from everything that had happened. But when the pain intensified, shooting across my stomach and tightening in waves, I couldn’t ignore it anymore. It felt different. It felt wrong. It wasn’t just a cramp, it was something worse.
I tried to breathe through it. I’
