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Blood. Too much of it. No. No, not again. This was the third time. Oh, Moon Goddess… I couldn't lose this child too. I pressed my hand against my lower abdomen, forcing myself to stay calm even as panic clawed up my throat. I had felt this before. Twice. And each time, I had lain there and prayed with everything I had that it would be different. I had counted the weeks in my head, whispered promises to a belly that barely showed, let myself dream of names I was too afraid to say out loud. My body had no wolf to call on. I had no inner healing. I was an Omega - the lowest rank in the werewolf world. Except I wasn't even that, not fully. I had never awakened a wolf at all. I was just a woman, bleeding, with nothing inside me but the very human terror of losing a child I had been quietly loving for weeks without telling anyone. When I woke up, I was in the hospital. Healer Mara stood beside me, her expression serious as she held the test results. "Luna Tessa, the situation is critical," she said calmly. "You're hemorrhaging. There's only one option. There is a herb—Silverroot—that can stabilize your womb and give the baby a fighting chance. But it's restricted. It requires the signature of an Alpha or a verified pack authority before I can administer it." I winced. "How long do I have?" "Not long." I exhaled through the pain. My mate, Dominic, my only hope, the Alpha of Silver Moon. He was the only one who could save me. It rang. And rang. Three times. Then, finally, he picked up. "Tessa." He answered, his voice carrying a lingering warmth—the kind that hadn't yet faded from whatever joy he was in the middle of—edged with just a flicker of annoyance at being interrupted. I could hear the noise behind him—people talking, someone laughing. "Dominic," I said, groaning quietly as another wave of pain moved through me. "Listen. I'm hemorrhaging, and the healer needs Silverroot to stabilize the pregnancy. They need your signature before they can proceed—" He actually chuck
