“I don’t want to stop you again,” I said, words cutting off as another wave of cramps hit. “I’ve already delayed us enough. At this rate, we’ll never get back to your pack house,” I told him. I was gasping for air again, and once again bracing for those cramps to hit. I had curled into a ball on the ground, my knees pressed as tight against me as they could. The waves were coming quicker now, barely giving me a break. If I didn’t know any better, I would think I was giving birth. This was what I had always imagined it would be like. But, I wasn’t pregnant, and there was no way I was giving birth.
So what was wrong?
“Why are you holding us up?” Brennan’s voice was filled with his anger and annoyance. I winced at the sound of it, but the waves were so bad now, I could only lay there, hands
