Accidental Surrogate Chapter 371-Unleashing the Flame

Ella

I fall into a little daze as I watch Hank work, as I hold my sleeping baby in my arms. It’s not that I’m not paying attention –

it’s just that…I don’t really understand what they’re doing or saying, so to me it’s all just quiet repetitive work.

I do pay attention, of course, when Hank deems Cora patched up enough to roll her over onto her side so that they can

perform an ultrasound. Cora gives a low moan when the nurses move her, a sound which at once pains me and gives me

a little thrill of hope. Because as much as I hate to hear my sister in pain –

Damn it, at least it means she’s alive. I watch carefully as the nurses hold her still, as Hank expertly spreads some clear

jelly on her stomach and then begins to search for a heartbeat. Then I bury my head in my hand a few moments later

when he finds it – a fast, faint fluttering of noise. My little niece or nephew, still fighting for life.

I drag my hand away from my face a moment later to see Hank nodding to his nurses and Cora lowered back on her belly.

Then, Hank turns to me, pulling off his gloves as he crosses the room and falls into a crouch so that we can be almost

face-to-face while I stay seated.

“You saw?” he asks, looking up at me a little from his lowered place on the floor. “Yes,” I reply, nodding sharply. “The baby

is alive, but – ”

“Right,” he says, glancing back towards Cora. “It’s – it’s not preferable, obviously, for a mother to be so gravely wounded

so early in a pregnancy. Frequently the body will decide…” he sighs and shakes his head, trying to come up with the right

words. He looks up at me as he finishes his thought, “the body will sometimes decide, Ella, to prioritize the mother.”

“So miscarriage…” I say, looking over at my sister.

“There’s a higher risk of it right now, yes. Ella,” he says again, his voice curious now, drawing my eyes back to him. “Did

Cora ever mention to you the possibility…”

with this. “I can do it,

not going to understand what I’m talking about

were getting away they they bound my gift and my

in the car, but I couldn’t access the

– you can actually like, use

wounds like that -”

my eyes at Hank suddenly, a little disturbed by his curiosity about the gift when

my sister. What, really, is he asking

says, putting his hands up in a little plea for forgiveness. “I’m I’m just a doctor, Ella.

to wield medicine like that – it’s a dream. But

nod, my eyes moving back to

up to his feet and looking at Cora himself. “It would help Cora, and the baby, a lot,

don’t know, Ella, unbind the gift? I know a lot about wolf biology, but not

anyway to get around this? Perhaps one of the priestesses of the

with her? Ask

I realize that – that

getting quickly to my feet and looking around the room. “Can

please?”

phone in the corner of the room. “Of

towards Cora now. “I’m going to run some tests,” he

himself.” Let’s update each other,

little computer in the corner, where

in the center of our city,

something to help.

Sinclair

a fist out in front of him, his

us. Roger, in mid- leap, takes the hit first, yelping and turning away

but burning out before it gets deep enough to actually hurt

into one of pain as I turn

skin, the back of my neck – a deep and searing touch that’s gone after an instant as the wave passes

sound of my men behind me likewise taking the brunt of the flame,

back to Roger’s

gritted as he glares at us. “I will

are left -”

won’t,” I snap, taking another step towards him. “Or

I think, in being caught out. Roger, understanding my point,

to prowl

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