Samantha’s POV
Zola’s howls turned to my screams as my bones shifted. I pulled my knees to my chest and rocked. Closing my eyes and trying to breathe through the pain. The sound of the children whimpering distracted me a little. But the pain didn’t disappear. I pleaded with Zola to heal me, but she didn’t respond.
Eventually, the sobbing children distracted me. When I looked at the two small bodies as their hooded heads touched each other, possibly for reassurance. They must be terrified. “Your pain won’t be going away in a hurry,” Zola said sadly, urging me to go to them.
Since she arrived, Zola and I disagreed on many things, but the thing we were most excited about was motherhood. The unconditional bond between a mother and child.
These may not be my children, but what if th
