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

can’t reach it, because Roger shakes

his hands still hard on my shoulders. “I’m serious,

is okay but… Dominic” He looks back

clearing behind the

to look at Roger’s face when he

grave

me. Like I’m frozen,

to look, to follow his gaze, and I see two

to each other in the darkness. One covered in the folds

robes, the other…

set off again in an instant, as fast as I can go – but I

baby in

my instincts

my teeth fully bared,

mouth

eyes wide in shock and puts up

no harm. But he speaks fast. “Ella, the gift – you have to get to

me the

it breaks every part of my poor

me screaming to hold him close,

go again…

those forms

hand my crying child to his godfather. Roger will take care

And without a word I take off, sprinting towards

Sinclair

blink my eyes open in the forest and wince as

I think, covering the top half of my face with my hands. Is

morning?

then I realize,

don’t remember

sit up, wary, trying

not even in my

Inside at all…

bright forest and down at the soft bed on which

over the crisp

and I whip my head up to look at

front of me. I blink,

She’s got to be she can’t be anything

an angel?” I ask, my voice

I expect,

says, shaking her head

hands and smiling down into my

You’re confused. Think about

“Am I…am I dead?”

at me, slowly shaking her head.

I’d be worried about these questions, except Dr. Hank says your

You’re

ask, frowning up at her. But she just smiles

in my lap. My arms wrap around her instinctually,