Accidental Surrogate

Chapter 375 – Frozen

Ella

I scream at the top of my lungs – no words, just senseless agony – the moment the woman turns the corner and I lose sight of my child. The sound is horrible even to my own ears, but I can’t stop myself as I hurl myself against the ice that holds me, against which I ceaselessly fight.

A nurse stumbles into view, blood running down the length of her face, and she glances into the room where Hank is crumpled on the floor – where I’m frozen to the ground and gives a little sob before continuing to run away

Away from the priestess, who must be hurting people in her hurry to get out I stop screaming quiet suddenly when I see Hank twitch once again on the floor, see him begin to push to his feet-

“Hank!” I shout, desperate. “Please, Hank!”

He moans a little and turns to me, blinking hard, but then he gasps as he seems to put it all back together. Ella!” he shouts, frantic, turning to me, looking all around –

“No!” I gasp, looking hard towards the door, hoping to hell he takes my meaning. “Go! She she took him! She took Rafe! Go and get the baby!”

Hank nods once and forces himself to unsteady feet and then rushes to the door, pushing himself out of it. And then I lose sight of him and let out a little desperate wail of horror. Because there’s – there’s nothing I can do-

And the ice that surrounds me, it’s burning me in its cold – and I’m shivering so hard here beneath it but held so completely still that I can’t even feel myself shake-

Desperate, wailing, in complete panic, I press my eyes shut and try to think of something of anything that I can do

But there’s nothing. I’m held still – my son has been stolen 1 my sister is wounded in the next room – mate is out on some mission that I know, in my heart, can’t be going well if Xander was this many steps ahead of us

nothing I can do – And so, sobbing, I

into

Sinclair

allow them the dignity of utterance. After all they won’t serve any good. Roger knows

of Ella in danger

can’t stand it. I have – I have to be by their side. Even if I don’t have any idea how I’ll be of any use to them

myself to watch the scenery pass as Roger makes turn

decision to make, when we got in the car. Roger hesitated only for a moment, noting that Ella told us in her text to go to our dad – that there was some

what our father would want us to do. But still, even beyond my bodily pain, the fear gnaws at me.

sending a little prayer out for our dad. I’m grateful, of course, that he got Ella, and Cora, and Rafe out through the trap door – but damn it, why had I been so

see that we’re approaching the clinic. ” Dominic, what’s the plan here? Are we just going to burst in here?

dashes a robed figure, her long hair

in her arms, that she’s running with him. And as Roger pulls the car to

soon as the baby’s cries reach my ears, I know that

I can do anything at all – a second figure dashes out after the Priestess, chasing

my eyes go red when I see who

Hank.

body gives out on me – as my wounds protest and the pain takes over, shattering

the asphalt, willing myself to

watch as a snarl rips from Roger, as he dashes towards the Priestess and Hank, who has caught up with her now. I feel my wolf go

air, pulling