I dragged myself out of our room, repeatedly calling for Wyatt but the silence that met me was deafening. I tried to link my thoughts with him, but it seemed that he had purposely shut off our connection. Panic set in as I realized that something was wrong. Wyatt and I had always been able to communicate through our thoughts, but now he was radio silent.
I stumbled through the hallway, frantically searching for anyone who could help me, but I was completely alone. Where was everybody? What was happening to me? I felt a sudden gush between my legs as I pulled myself up to stand, and when I looked down, an uncontrollable scream tore out of my mouth. I was bleeding profusely, so instantly, I knew something was wrong with my child.
Gathering every ounce of strength I had left, I continued to stagger toward the door, and as soon as I got out, I screamed at the top of my lungs begging for help. Not a second later, one of our pack members who happened to be passing by had seen me, and in an instant, he was running toward me.
"Luna Raven, are you alright? What is happening?" he worriedly asked.
"Doctor, I need the doctor right away," I groaned.
As I lay in the doctor's office, listening to the earth-shattering news about what I went through, I felt a mix of emotions swirling inside me, making it hard to focus on anything else. The room felt suffocating as the doctor explained the complications that had arisen.
As mentioned by the doctor, I may have been under so much stress and had been restless since I got pregnant. My mind struggled to process the information, and I felt a surge of wrath rising within me. I tried to hold back tears as I grappled with the overwhelming weight of the situation.
I looked at the ultrasound images on the screen, trying to make sense of what had happened, but I came up empty. As the doctor outlined the possible complications that occurred, I was already pulling away from reality. I was about to lose our precious baby.
The doctor’s voice seemed distant as I tried to come to terms with what this meant for me and Wyatt. When the doctor noticed that I wasn't paying much attention, he asked if I was still in pain, and instead of answering his question, I asked him to do what was necessary and for a change of clothes, which he luckily had.