Eudora lay on her side, her hands clasped around her belly, her teeth gritted against the pain. Sweat beaded along her brow as she tried to breath through the cramp-like pain. “This can’t be happening,” she cried. “Its too soon.”
Jasmin paced like an animal back and forth through the bedroom. “What do we do? We need the pack doctor. Hell, even a human doctor…” She turned her pleading, hazel eyes on Marion. “Can’t you help her? Can’t you call that asshole, tell him she’s in labor? f**k, can’t you just call 911 and tell them we’re trapped in this god-damned house? We won’t tell you were involved, I swear it.”
Marion stared, feeling like a deer caught in the headlights. How the hell did this all get so complicated? She didn’t want to take sides, she just wanted to collect the
