"You are alive and then you are not. And in between you take millions of breaths. And my only regret is not breathing you sooner." - J.M. Storm.
CILLIAN
It took an army of doctors, my brother and a hell of a lot of persuading skills to make me go back to the pack house. I would not have caved if it were not for my children. Honestly, I would walk through fires for them.
The team of doctors looked over Zion and Oscar, kept them in observation for hours before assuring me that my kids were doing fine. Except for the fact that their natural instincts were looking for their mother and their fitful sleep, the babies were healthy.
My own body was beginning to give up, tired and weary with grief and regret as I came back to the pack house with the two infants in my arms. As directed ahead o
