DARIANFive months later The scream shatters me.It rips through the birthing chamber like the sound of something breaking—something living, something I can’t survive without. Iris’s fingers claw at the sheets, her knuckles white, her face twisted in agony as another contraction seizes her.“Iris,” I choke out, trying to touch her, to ground her, to do something, anything“DON’T—” she gasps, eyes squeezed shut, voice cracking under the weight of the pain, “don’t talk…I…can’t…Darian…”Her breath cuts off. She arches off the bed.The healer at her bedside looks up, face pale. “The contraction is too strong, hold her steady, Your Majesty!”I’m already there. My hands cradle her shoulders, trying to support her without restraining her, but she’s shaking so hard I can feel the tremors in my bones.“Breathe, Iris,” I whisper, even though she told me not to talk. “Just breathe.”She screams again, raw, primal.My wolf claws at my insides, howling, desperate, ready to tear apart the world to
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