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Sinclair I wake, a few hours later, jumping up straight the moment I realize that Elle n’t next to me. She had drifted off to sleep hours ago after a simple dinner and a movie marathon. While she dozed next to me, I’d spent most of the late hours of the night answered the stack…

Ella “All right,” the doctor says, sweeping into the room where Sinclair and I are resting together on my hospital bed, my head on my mate’s shoulder as we watch some daytime soap opera I perk up at the doctor’s entrance, eager to hear what he has to say. Sinclair gives a little groan as…

Ella My head feels…so heavy. I groan, trying to move my hands up so I can press them against my temples, but I can’t move them. “Easy,” I hear him say beside me and instinctually I turn towards his voice. Where – “Easy, Ella,” he murmurs, his words thick with emotion. “It’s all right…” I…

3rd Person Cora almost skids to a stop as she flies into Ella’s hospital room. “What,” she gasps. “What is it – is she –” But Sinclair is just standing at the side of Ella’s bed, his hands pressed deep into his pockets, staring at the door as if he was waiting for her. Cora…

Ella Sinclair and I both gasp at the same moment, and my eyes fly open, finding his. We are both frozen in place, but then another cry sounds and we are instantly in motion, bolting through the forest, searching for our son. “Rafe!” I cry, my voice desperate as Sinclair pulls ahead of me on…

Ella My breath starts to come short and fast now as I press my hand desperately to my stomach, seeking that connection somewhere within me. But I feel like I’m grasping through empty air, my fingers searching for any touch, any tie, and coming up empty. “Ella,” Sinclair murmurs, tightening his hands against my back….

Sinclair I throw out my hand, grasping for her arm – her skirt – anything – as she disappears from my sight.in a blink. A growl grows in my chest. God damnit, why can’t she just stay still? I put my hands in my pockets and look around at the familiar dream forest, this place…

Sinclair The doctor knocks gently at the door then. I slide my eyes to him, annoyed to have another person in the room. Is this best for her, all of these interruptions? “How is she,” the doctor asks, coming to Ella’s side. Cora moves to stand at Ella’s head, making room for him. “The same,”…

3rd Person The hours pass slowly for Dominic Sinclair as he sits at his mate’s side in the post-surgical suite, willing her to live. Her hand is held tight within his and his eyes are trained on her face, watching her eyelashes flutter every minute or two. Her chest raises and lowers slowly, shallow breaths…