Jade’s pov:
“I can see the head. Please push, Luna Jade,” the mid-wife told me in a soft albeit urgent tone of voice.
I did as I was told, crying out, but maintaining a good flow of energy nonetheless.
The effort to keep some sort of balance, while pushing at the same time, made me almost feverish. I could feel myself get sweaty, and it was all I could do not to faint.
Despite the epidural, the pain had come back – which was to be expected because of my high metabolism as a wolf – but it had been somewhat bearable until she asked me to push.
“You’re doing a great job, love,” Alex, who was rather pale and didn’t look too good, told me in a soothing tone of voice.
I was squeezing his hand, as if my life depended on it, and he hadn’t complained, not even once. On the contrary, al
