CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY FOUR

Sarah

It’s haunting, what I know without really knowing it. I’m not entirely sure where the information comes from. But it’s a guttural thing. It’s the strongest natural urge in my body.

Before having Fergus, I had heard about motherly instincts. I thought I understood it. But it wasn’t until having a baby that I could actually fathom what that meant.

Now, I feel that indescribable feeling pushing me forward. I run faster than I’ve ever run before and Lucas keeps pace beside me.

Can he feel it too? We don’t have time to stop and ask. All I can do is run towards my baby. I need to get to Fergus.

As we reach the pack though, my heart sinks even further. There’s a sense of uneasiness, panic, confusion, and loss surrounding the pack. Familiar faces look at me with pity. They try to get my attention.

I don’t stop. We keep running until we reach our house. We go through the door and find Clara crying as she talks to other pack members.

“I’m so sorry,” she says looking up at us. “I d