The Pack's Rebels
As the child cried in protest of the cold night, something within Thaelen crumbled and he wept, unashamed, whilst Harry, the cartographers, the women and the convicts all assisted in wrapping the baby and settling the exhausted mother onto the bed that had been carefully arranged for her.
Harry helped clean Thaelen of the blood and liquid from the birth. “You did so well,” they praised him, their hands shaking so much that, concerned, Thaelen caught them in his and looked up into the curtain of their hair at their face. Harry was deathly pale, and their pupils were overlarge almost eclipsing their iris, which, considering the darkness of the night, was not normal.
“Harry, are you well?” Thae