"I can't do this anymore! Rip it out!" She begged, raising her claws. Before she could hurt herself, Tyson caught hold of her wrist, sending sparks through both their skins.
"Monica, look at me," Tyson ordered, taking her other hand in his as well. "Viktor, call the witch doctor. I'll keep her calm till then," he instructed.
"Tyson please!" She sobbed. "I can't wait anymore."
"My mate," Tyson said, shifting closer to her. "It's too early. You can't give birth right now. But listen to me, okay? Focus on my voice."
Monica nodded, closing her eyes shut, as she continued to cry.
"You need to stay calm, till the doctor arrives, okay? Just focus on your breath," he said in a soothing tone, bringing her hands to his chest. "You always refer to your baby as a girl, don't you? Have you thou
