Crystal woke in the middle of the night with a jolt.
Not fear.
Not a nightmare.
Not even the usual late-pregnancy discomfort.
Pain.
Sharp, deep, rolling pain that tightened every muscle in her abdomen and stole her breath.
She sat up so fast Damon jolted awake beside her.
“Crystal?” his voice was thick with sleep but snapped sharp when he saw her face. “Baby .... what’s wrong?”
Her hands gripped her belly. Another contraction hit, this one stronger, radiating down her spine and through her hips.
“Oh gods, Dustin ....” she gasped. “Something’s wrong. It’s too early.”
She was only four months into a werewolf pregnancy.
A month too soon.
The twins were coming.
Dustin was already out of bed, clothes half-on, half-forgotten. “We’re going to the medical wing right now.” His voice wa
