Mishele P O V
The world outside the car window passed in blurs of gray and green.
I had no idea how long I’d been in the transport vehicle—just that my fingers refused to loosen from the seatbelt, and every bump in the road sent another spike of panic through my chest.
The ache in my lower stomach hadn’t gone away. It wasn’t sharp, not anymore, but it was there.
And that terrified me.
I didn’t want to lose the baby.
My baby.
Our baby.
Even if I still hadn’t figured out what “ours” meant anymore.
When the vehicle finally pulled up to the side entrance of the pack hospital, my heart started pounding all over again. I wasn’t ready to see anyone. I didn’t want comfort—I wanted answers. Safety. Something solid.
But when the door opened—
He was there.
Kody.
Leaning against the ston
