Vivienne POV I had been poisoned before. Shot, stabbed, beaten and betrayed by people close enough to know exactly where to hurt me. I had nearly died enough times that death itself no longer frightened me the way it probably should, but the moment I felt something pulling at the faint presence of my baby inside me, I understood terror and it wasn't the kind I could swallow, hide behind anger or fight through. This was different because, for the first time, the thing I was terrified of losing wasn't myself. The ritual circle flared beneath my knees, and something invisible reached through my body. It didn't feel like hands or claws. It was worse, like something had found the tiny bond I had only recently learned to recognize and was trying to drag it out through my bones. I screamed as Ivy exploded inside me, her panic hitting almost as violently as the pain. The pup! I knew. Fuck, I knew. My hands were still trapped by the magical restraints, but I fought them anyway, barely notic
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