My mind blanks after hearing the first cry of my newborn, for a few moments it sounds as if I am underwater. The panicked voices of family members calling out to me; my mate the loudest one of all as he speaks in my ear, his lips against my skin as he tells me loves me.
I can sense it when I'm moved out of the room as I feel the separation between my pup and I, even more so than the separation from Thaddeus. I have this innate need to hold onto my child after I have suffered so much during the pregnancy I want to hold the baby I fought for.
A more intense sinking feeling overwhelms me so much so it blocks out my surroundings until I only see darkness and my body completely gives in succumbing to the lure of relaxation.
I don't know how long I am in this endless tunnel of darkness until
