IMARA
"I can't!" I screamed at the top of my voice, while my eyes blazed a deep purple. "Just get out you son of a--"
"Imara," Draco cut me off yet again, rubbing my hand. "Please don't cuss at our--"
I cut him off with another piercing scream. God, I just wanted this to be over. I needed this to be over. I couldn't take it anymore.
Apparently, for people like me, labor lasted a good two days, to make us pay for the blessing bestowed upon us. At the moment, it felt like a real damned curse.
"Get the hell out of me! God, I can't do this anymore!" I sobbed, tears rolling down my cheeks.
I had felt pain before. But this was unbearable. It made me want to rip something apart.
Draco winced slightly, and I realized I had dug my claws straight into his wrist.
You know what? He'd heal.
