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“Keep it down, Kennedy, that’s it.” Alpha Clinton is using firm commands in his tone. Her
stomach heaves again, but she is able to keep it down.
“Are you ready for another piece?” She nods her head at him, not looking our way. Cash
onses beside me, no longer happy.
“Kennedy, how’s the mural coming?” The Luna looks at her in concern, trying to engage her in some kind of conversation to take her mind off of trying to swallow the food her body is
rejecting
Her lips are no longer soft and delicate. They’re cracked in deep grooves that look like they
bleed.
“It’s going well.” Her voice holds no moisture, dry and thick on a tongue that isn’t used to talking to anyone anymore. She doesn’t even look up from the table, keeping her head
down.
“Is there anything you need? Anything you want to eat or have a craving for?” Luna Grace’s
voice is so soft.
“Yes, I need more paint, the same as last time, please.” Her hands and arms are splattered
with speckles of the colors that she’s been using.
She’s usually like a ghost, flittering in and out, staying locked away in her room, painting as if it’s her only goal.
I’ve been looking in on her, opening her door. Always she is painting with her back to me or in her closet wrapped in his clothing that she keeps stealing with a pregnant wolf’s compulsion to be close to her mate.
he wants to
I’ve asked her if talk about anything. No answer comes out her mouth; all I hear is the brush stroking against the wall.
It’s actually horrifying what I see in front of me. Her skin looks dry and drained, sunken eyes, ashen skin. Her heartbeat sounds erratic in her chest.
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I watch as she tries to reach for her glass of water. The tremors that she is desperately trying to hide won’t be hidden, as the water sloshes over the side of the glass, spilling out
slightly.
A whipped dog doesn’t shake so much. She must feel very vulnerable at the moment, no longer able to shift into wolf form. Her shoulders hunch forward so much she seems like a person beaten by life.
She stands on unsteady legs that now have a hard time bearing her weight.
“Thank you for dinner, Luna Grace.” Her lips now have a bead of blood on them with the way they crack with too much movement of her mouth. She’s not used to speaking so much.
She moves away from the dinner table, holding onto the wall as she makes her way upstairs. One foot up the step, then the other, she rests halfway up before she begins the rest of her climb. I can see strands of hair falling out from her once glorious mane; it’s
brittle at the ends, full of knots.
She’s not even brushing her hair anymore.
Cash cannot stop staring at her back. He looks shaken by what he’s seeing his mate is dying in front of his eyes.
She’s in crisis; she looks just the way females get when their mates die when they are pregnant. I have only seen that look one time. That female never made it, but her pup survived. Kennedy will not survive this if she continues on this path. They all will die if
someone doesn’t do an intervention on her soon..
“She needs to go to the hospital now. She needs intravenous fluids, she needs medication,
and she needs to eat. But what she needs the most is you, Cash, unless you’re fine with her dying, because that’s what happening now. She’s dying, and the dead can’t be brought
back.”
Cash’s walking upstairs. I hear some yelling before he carries her fragile frame down the stairs. She looks so small and weak compared to him.
His body stills as he looks down at her belly, the side of it pressed against him. Can he feel the way his little ones are kicking instinctively with his presence? This would probably be the first time he has felt his young move.
“Please put me down. I have to finish.” She’s desperate to get back upstairs, putting up a fight that is laughable at how weak she is.
“No, you’re not well, Kennedy. You need to get better,” I say to her.
“It’s all I have for them. It’s the only beautiful thing I can give them.” Her words choke in
her throat.
Kennedy puts her nose in his neck, inhaling his scent.
“You smell like Rya.” Her observations make her cry harder into his shoulder.
His hand rubs her back now, trying to comfort her.
“Do you mind driving us, Rya?”
He’s just holding her like she’s nothing but feathers in his arms.
At the clinic, the midwife is waiting for us, along with the doctor. I wonder if this is the same one who saved Dallas’s life?
Concern is etched on the midwife’s face as Kennedy’s brought into the examining room. A nurse is there also, starting to put the intravenous in, with the doctor giving his orders on what to do. The midwife pulls up her shirt, revealing her bare stomach. The roundness of it is beautiful, harboring two futures that are very rare.
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