The old doctor had already reached out to Carlisle twice through the mind link. He never openly admitted that the situation was slipping beyond his control, but every update carried the same message. Raquel’s condition was getting worse, and despite everything he was doing, he wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep both her and the unborn child alive.
Carlisle refused to entertain the possibility of failure. As far as he was concerned, there was only one acceptable outcome. Raquel had to survive, and so did the pup.
“Please… Doctor… save my pup… my pup…” Raquel whispered weakly.
Her voice was barely audible as she drifted in and out of consciousness. Blood continued to run down her legs, staining the sheets beneath her. Normally, her wolf would have already begun repairing the damage
