Ella

I gasp, my hands again flying to my mouth –

His pup his –

“Oh my god,” I murmur, my eyes flashing to Cora’s shocked face

But before I can do anything, say anything else, Roger leaps forward, grabbing Cora hard by the arms. She screams, terrified, and I can see the very real shock and fear on her face as Roger shakes her once, hard.

“How, Cora!” he yells, his eyes wide- so wide I can see the whites all around them –

I gasp, realizing that Roger is completely flipping out – realizing that he’s he’s turning

Sinclair sees it the moment I do and bellows, crossing the room in two steps and grabbing Roger around the waist, tackling him to the floor as Roger’s body changes swiftly, flashing into his wolf form in the blink of an eye. I move to reach for Cora, wanting her by my side, but Sinclair and Roger are between us.

I move, fast, grabbing Rafe’s carrier and dashing along the wall to the back of the room, watching Cora stumble backwards towards it as well. Rafe starts to wail with the shock and the noise of it all, but we reach the back wall at the same time as Cora.

Snarls rip through the air as I take Cora’s hand. As I snap my attention back to our mates I see that they’re both in their wolf forms, snapping at each other, wrestling on the ground, each seeking dominance –

“Oh my god,” Cora murmurs, her hand shaking as she raises it to her mouth, unable to take her eyes away from her mate fighting mine.

“It’s okay,” I assure her, reaching out and taking her hand, hoping that I’m right, “He was just – he was just really freaked out Cora –”

eyes to me, scared, but I squeeze her hand, willing her to believe that it’s all right. I open my mouth to say something, but my words are drowned out by a mighty roar and we both spin our heads back to the wolves to see Sinclair standing over Roger, pinning him down beneath his paws, Sinclair’s mouth open

for a while now – and

well, this is perhaps the first time she’s

it’s not the best moment for her to have this

ignore him, I do just that. And then I

whatever else it is

from Roger now, some of the intensity

out – it was a purely bodily reaction to the shock, stress, and surprise. Fight or flight,

down so he could take

into his human body. And in a flash of light, he’s there, that smirk right on his face where I knew it would be. Sinclair tucks his hands into his pockets and nudges Roger’s wolf with his toe. “He’s embarrassed, now,” he says, his voice

his head a little but looking directly at her. Slowly, she uncurls

urge softly, kneeling down to attend to my own baby boy, lifting him up into my arms and bobbing him,

and he’s standing there

breathes, shaking his head, his face full of

murmurs,

a few steps and takes her face in his

right? God, Cora, if I

and looking up at him, and as I stand with Rafe in my arms I can feel my heart in my throat to see the love she

shaken, Roger – you

earnest apology written in every line of him. ” I’m so sorry,

hands sliding to Cora’s shoulders as he looks down at her

it…” she says, her hands going to her stomach as she likewise looks down at

again. “It is I can smell it,

of her shocked, relieved,

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