Ashley's POV
The sharp smell of disinfectant hit my nose, pulling me out of the suffocating darkness. Fragments of memory flashed through my mind like shattered glass—ear-splitting motorcycle roars, the disgusting grin on that rogue werewolf's face, and... the call that got cut off.
My baby!
A wave of icy fear gripped my chest, far worse than the despair I'd felt during the attack. I snapped my eyes open and instinctively reached for my belly.
"Whoa, hey! Take it easy, sweetheart!" A warm hand covered mine, and Vicki's worried face came into focus. "Are you okay?"
"My baby..." My voice came out rough, like scraping sandpaper. "Vicki, is my baby... is he okay?" Hot tears rolled down my face as I clung tightly to her hand.
"Of course, he's perfectly fine." Vicki's grip on
