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

eyes, seeking my bond with my child – hoping it can tell me more

because Roger

Roger shouts, his hands still hard

is okay but… Dominic” He looks back over his shoulder

the clearing behind

head up to look at Roger’s

I see how grave his

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

follow his gaze, and I see two dark forms laying

darkness. One covered

robes, the other…

fast as I can go – but I

baby in

tug at Rafe and my instincts kick

snarl, my teeth fully bared, already

mouth

opens his eyes wide in shock and puts up his hands, showing me

speaks fast. “Ella, the gift – you have to get to him

me the baby

of my poor motherly heart to hand Rafe over

within me screaming to hold him

go again…

one more glance towards those forms in the darkness has

my crying child to his godfather. Roger will take care of him,

take off, sprinting towards my fallen

Sinclair

and wince as the bright

covering the top half of my face with my hands.

morning?

then I realize,

I don’t remember

up, wary, trying

I’m not even in

Inside at all…

the bright forest and

the crisp white linens. Where the hell

soft voice says, and I whip my

in front of me. I blink, trying to

to be she can’t be

you an angel?” I ask, my voice low with awe. But

with the soft smile I expect, instead bursting into

her head and coming close to me, taking

smiling down into

confused. Think about it – you know

“Am I…am I dead?”

shaking her head.

I’d be worried about these questions, except

You’re just really,

I ask, frowning up at her. But she just

before sitting herself in my lap. My arms