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

it, because Roger shakes

still hard

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

the clearing behind

to look at Roger’s face when he

grave

feels like it drains from me.

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

other in the darkness. One covered in the folds of a

robes, the other…

I can

baby in

at Rafe and my instincts kick in, making

is with a terrible snarl, my teeth fully bared, already elongating

mouth

wide in shock and puts up his

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

give me the baby

poor motherly heart to hand

to

go again…

towards those forms in the

crying child to his godfather.

word I take

Sinclair

the forest and

of

morning?

I

remember going to

sit up, wary, trying to

even in my bed.

Inside at all…

I look all around the bright forest and down at the soft

the crisp white linens.

says, and I whip my head up to look

of me. I blink, trying to

so beautiful. She’s got to be she can’t

you an angel?” I ask, my voice low with awe. But she doesn’t

soft smile I expect, instead

head

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

confused. Think about it – you know

“Am I…am I dead?”

slowly shaking her head. “No,

questions,

is fine. You’re just really,

ask, frowning up at her. But she just

before sitting herself in my lap. My arms wrap