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

bond with my child – hoping it can

it, because

hard on my shoulders.

I think, is okay but… Dominic” He looks back

clearing behind

head up to look at Roger’s face when he

grave

from me. Like I’m frozen, again, in

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

in the darkness. One covered in the folds of a

robes, the other…

fast as I can go – but I can’t run now

baby in my

my instincts kick in, making

with a terrible snarl, my

mouth

in shock and

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

please, give me the

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

me screaming to hold him close, to

go again…

glance towards those forms in the darkness has me

child to his

And without a word I take off,

Sinclair

blink my eyes open in the forest and wince as the bright white light

Fuck, I think, covering the top half of my face

morning?

then I realize,

I don’t remember

sit up, wary,

I’m not even in

Inside at all…

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

hands over the crisp white

voice says, and I whip my head

of me. I blink, trying to clear my wide

beautiful. She’s got to

ask, my voice low with awe.

smile I expect,

head and

into my face. “You’ve

confused. Think about it –

“Am I…am I dead?”

slowly shaking her head. “No,

these questions, except

You’re just really, really

her. But she just smiles at me again and

in my lap. My arms