Lyla
I scrambled back to my feet, my vision was already blurring from exhaustion. The babies in my womb seemed to sense my distress—I felt a strange pulling sensation, as if the children were trying to draw more power than my body could safely provide.
"Nym?" I called out helplessly to my wolf. "Are you there?"
"I'm here, Lyla. The babies… I'm protecting them. You must do your best to stay alive. Use your powers."
"I would if they were working," I snapped, wondering if she wasn't seeing what was going on. "If you could just help me…"
"You cannot shift while pregnant. You're carrying two babies; that's dangerous. Try to distract them, I'll think of a way."
The Ferals had regrouped.
Caius was groaning where he lay on the group. Terra and Sage were weaving protective covering towards me. From the tiredness on their faces, I could tell they were weak.
Everyone was trying to protect me.
It should be me and not the other way around.
