Lillian sat up with a startled breath, waking from her sleep and clutching her chest. Alexander stirred beside her, restless in his own sleep, his eyes blinking open as he felt a strange sensation. Realising his wife was sitting up and clutching her chest he quickly sat up beside her, putting a worrying arm around her shoudlers. She had been frail and sickly since Adler left and Alexander knew it had the whole pack worried to see such a strong woman break down over her son being exiled, the pack bond with him torn from her.
“Are you alright, my love?” He asked deeply.
She blinked, turning to face him, her face bleak and sorrowful. “Do you not feel it?”
“Feel it?” Alexander frowned at her, confused. “I thought I felt something…it woke me up, but you were sitting up…what’s wrong?”
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