Grace
The room felt like it was closing in on me. The shouts and hurried footsteps of the intel team swirled around the pack house’s war room, the tension in the air thicker than I could bear. My hand rested protectively over my belly as another sharp contraction tore through me. I bit my lip, refusing to let the pain show.
Not now. Not yet.
I braced myself against the edge of the table, my fingers gripping the wood so tightly that my knuckles turned white. The contractions were coming closer together now, each one sharper than the last, but I couldn’t afford to let it distract me. The war outside raged on, and I was the one keeping the squads coordinated, ensuring our pack didn’t fall apart in Ethan and Mer’s absence.
“Gamma,” Mia said, her voice cutting through the haze. “Unit seven
