"I'm here, love. I'm here," he whispered, brushing a strand of hair away from her temple.
He turned to Thessa, wild-eyed and shaking. "Do something!"
Thessa nodded quickly, and kneeling on the other side of the bed. "I need equipment," she said, scanning Luna's vital signs with her hands.
"Right," Kyllian snapped out of his stillness. He threw open the door and found the useless castle medic standing frozen. Kyllian didn't even speak. He just grabbed the black iron box from the man's hands and slammed the door behind him.
"Here," he said curtly, handing it over.
Damien and Kyllian stood shoulder to shoulder, an image that would've amused Luna to no end—her vampire mate and her wolf ex, grim as stone and equally terrified. For one fleeting moment, the ancient rivalry between their bloodlines fell away.
Because in that room, there was only one thing that mattered: Luna.
Minutes passed.
Finally, Thessa turned toward them.
"It's the baby," she said softly.
