Amara felt a sense of foreboding as they drove back to the pack house, her stomach cramping. Her back was killing her and she'd initially put it down to being injured, but now she wasn't so sure. Especially since the pain was steadily getting worse.
"Damien" she said urgently, looking over at the naked man, busy watching the road, his jaw tight and his eyes narrowed in concentration. For some strange reason, there was a security guard called Daniel, sitting in the back. She'd been too tired to ask why.
"We're almost home" Damien said thickly, "just a few more minutes" he exhaled, looking tired and drawn.
"Damien" she said, doubling over in pain, and he took one look at her and pulled the car over.
"What's wrong, where's the pain" he said, slightly panicked, and she groaned, putting
