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

my child – hoping it can tell me more

can’t reach it, because Roger

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

but… Dominic” He

the clearing

head up to look at Roger’s face when

I see how grave his expression

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

follow his gaze, and I see two dark forms laying

One covered in

robes, the other…

in an instant, as fast as I can go – but I can’t run

the baby in my

someone tug at Rafe and my instincts

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

mouth

wide in shock and puts up

no harm. But he speaks fast. “Ella, the gift

me the

every part of my poor motherly heart

to hold him close,

go again…

glance towards those forms in the darkness has me

crying child to his godfather.

take off,

Sinclair

in the forest and wince as the bright white

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

morning?

I

don’t remember going to

sit up, wary,

not even in my

Inside at all…

forest and

my hands over the crisp white linens. Where

whip my head up

front of me. I blink, trying to clear my

to be she

ask, my voice low with awe. But she doesn’t answer

soft smile I expect, instead

shaking her head and coming close to

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

You’re confused. Think about

“Am I…am I dead?”

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

about these questions, except Dr. Hank says

fine. You’re just really, really

ask, frowning up at her. But she just smiles at

herself in my lap. My