Lyra had a blank look as she pressed her hand against her stomach. The baby bump, barely visible, made her shudder. Suddenly she was aware of everything that was happening. Her surroundings seemed to construct around her making her overwhelmed. Even in the open space, she felt claustrophobic. Felt trapped as she gasped for air.
This could not happen! Was this her punishment for abandoning her child in the past? Then God should punish her, not the innocent being inside her. No! This wasn't the time to feel self-pity and wallow in her sorrow. She had to act fast. She had to save her baby at any cost possible. While she avoided looking at the blood on her dress, she instead turned to her nearest mate. Urgency and dread were clear on her face. However, more than that, there was hope. She trusted her mates. They would definitely make this alright. They had to.
"Demir?" She called getting his attention. He looked like he was about to die, "We need to go to Darcio"
