PHOEBE'S POV:
"Phoebe, stay with me, sister. Don't let go. Just don't f*****g leave." I heard Carlos' distressed voice, faintly ringing in my ear. Everything was cold. But Carlos was holding me tightly against his chest. I moaned in pain. Something was just not right. I could feel it, but I had no idea what I was actually feeling.
I tried to open my eyes but I couldn't. Exhaustion was taking over my body rather quickly. My hands travelled to my belly that was stretching, and my abdomen was hurting. Tears welled up in my eyes as his scent was fading from my lungs. I was being taken away. "Hang in, sister. I need you with me. Don't let go. Don't leave me." Carlos called me out again.
I opened my eyes at my alpha's calls. It was pouring hard that night. Carlos carried me in his arm
