Accidental Surrogate

Accidental Surrogate Chapter 377-Rolls Reversed Ella

The gift burns through me and the ice strips away from my body faster than I

thought possible, water sliding to the floor as I push myself out, as I free my legs

and start to run.

I have to grab the door frame as I fly into the hall, using it to pivot around the

corner and keep running towards the lobby where scared humans and wolves

are pressed against the walls, staring around in hushed voices as nurses begin

to treat those who were worst wounded by the rogue priestess who came

through apparently willing to hurt anyone in her path –

I ignore them though I can’t give them any of my attention right now. I’m

focused, instead, on finding my son. I tear through the lobby, hurling the door

open at the front of the clinic and bolting through it. I’m already running, my

head swiveling, looking for any sign of the Priestess when I hear my name.

“Ella!” I spin, looking everywhere, and finally see Hank on the ground, his hand

pressed against his head, his jaw looking painfully swollen. Before I can say

anything though, he shoots a hand to his right, pointing off into the distance.

“That way!” Hank shouts. “Roger – Sinclair – ”

I gasp in relief – but then fear chases it as I realize that I have no real idea what

Hank means when he indicates that they’re here –

I start off at a sprint, using all of my senses, needing to find them –

It’s not long, though, before I see Roger stumbling towards me, covered in blood

a little blue bundle in his armsA cry rips from my throat as I put on an extra spurt of speed to get to his side,

reaching for my baby boy, tears bursting from my eyes and streaming from my

face as Roger comes stumbling to a halt, holding him out to me.

“Is he “I gasp, grabbing my baby, simultaneously trying to hold him close and

look him over –

“He’s fine, Ella -” Roger says, taking me by the shoulders. But I don’t look up at

him, instead sobbing down at my little boy, who wails like a banshee in

unhappiness and fright. I scan him through my tears but it looks like – I can’t see

close my eyes, seeking my bond with my child – hoping it

reach it, because Roger shakes me

shouts, his hands still hard on my

but… Dominic” He looks back

clearing behind the

to look at Roger’s face when he says my

I see how grave

it drains from me. Like I’m frozen, again, in the

look, to follow his gaze, and I see two dark forms laying there,

One

robes, the other…

I can go – but I can’t run now –

baby

my

terrible snarl, my teeth fully bared, already elongating in

mouth

opens his eyes wide in shock and puts up his

fast. “Ella, the gift

me the baby

it breaks every part of my poor motherly heart to hand Rafe over

molecule within me screaming to

go again…

more glance towards those forms in the darkness

my crying child to his godfather.

a word I take off, sprinting towards my

Sinclair

my eyes open in the forest and wince as

top half of my face

morning?

then I realize,

don’t remember

sit up, wary, trying to

even in my

Inside at all…

around the bright forest and down at the soft bed

hands over the crisp white linens.

handsome,” a soft voice says, and I whip my head

woman standing in front of me. I blink, trying to clear my wide

got to

I ask, my voice low with awe.

I expect,

says, shaking her head and coming close to me, taking

her hands and smiling down into my face. “You’ve been

You’re confused. Think about it

“Am I…am I dead?”

smiles down at me, slowly shaking her head. “No, baby,” she

I’d be worried about these questions, except

fine. You’re just really, really

her. But she just smiles at me

sitting herself in my lap. My arms