“I often wonder why certain things come to pass; the death of a young child, poverty among society, and even attacks on our nations that leave us clinging to prayer and melancholy to heal. There isn’t an answer or a guide on how to move on from these, you just simply learn to live with them; no matter how deep the pain dwells.”
Lavender clung hard to the metal rods set upon either side of the bed. The pressure and ripping sensation within her abdomen had been anything but beautiful to her as she let out the grunts of a banshee. Even though she had spent the better part of twelve hours pushing her child from her cervix and into the world, Lavender was unable to allow herself to give up. Having been forced to birth a child without any medication, as it could channel a lycan transition, Lave
