“Push, child!”
I was the chosen, endowed with the power of the gods, but for the love of God, birthing another life left me powerless and cursing myself for letting Elian go away from my side. God knew I needed him. If not to ease my pain, then to keep me from falling into the temptation of using my gift to get Liira to shut up. The matriarch, after narrating their escape from the palace had turned into a beast of a midwife. It was as if she'd decided that not even I would keep her from holding her great grand child today. And apparently I couldn't just command the little wolf who'd taken residence in my body to come out.
"Just a little more, my child." My mother's tone was softer, but for the love of God, I was beginning to think her version of a little more must have meant something el
