[Elara’s POV]
The midnight sky over the Blood Moon pack was torn apart by a violent, roaring thunderstorm. Lightning violently shattered the darkness, casting long, jagged shadows across the stone walls of the royal bedchamber.
But the storm raging outside was nothing compared to the absolute chaos inside the room.
A sharp, agonizing scream ripped from my throat, vibrating against the heavy oak walls. I gripped the thick velvet bedsheets so tightly that the expensive fabric tore beneath my white knuckles. The pain wasn't just physical; it was magical. It felt as if a miniature sun was trying to burst out of my abdomen, burning through my veins with a blinding, terrifying heat.
"Breathe, my Queen, you must breathe!" shouted Lady Maeva, the elderly head healer of the pack. She was trembl
