Nova Peak my arms are open

too soon. too soon, and yet there was no stopping it. no turning back. 

her body shuddered against the pain, a raw, trembling gasp slipping past her lips as her muscles clenched. lorcan beside her was the only thing keeping her tethered, though she could hardly focus on his words through the haze of fear pressing down upon her. 

her breath hitched as ayovi entered, the woman moving quickly, speaking in calm, assured tones. elowen clung to them—for pain, she said, and elowen nodded weakly, parting her lips just enough to accept the offered herbs. 

the squeeze of a paw, from her mate then the white huntress—both a comfort. then the words that sent a fresh wave of panic through her chest—the babies are coming!

"what—" a whisper, breathless and breaking. "it’s too soon, i—" another contraction stole the words from her, her body trembling as she pressed her forehead into lorcan’s fur, bracing, barely holding back a whimper. she was not ready. but it did not matter. they were coming.