Aria:Pain.Real, consuming pain, nothing like the training aches, nothing like the wounds of battle, nothing like the torment of fear or heartbreak.This pain was primal. Relentless. Crushing.My old room in the consort hall spun around me. The sheets were soaked. My knees trembled. Sweat coated my face as another contraction ripped through me, stealing my breath, tearing a broken cry from my throat.“Aria, breathe… breathe, sweetheart. You’re doing so well.” My mother’s voice, steady, calm, even though I could hear the panic trembling beneath her words. She held my hand, rubbing circles on my arm, guiding me through each wave. “I just need you to breathe, my beautiful wolf.”“Mama… please…” I gasped, tears blurring my vision. “I… I need Dominic. Please… where is Dominic, please…?”“He’s coming,” she whispered, brushing hair from my face. “He’s coming, baby. Just focus on breathing. He is going to be right here next to you. I just need you to breathe.”But I couldn’t. The pain slam
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