The paralytic despair in her voice opened his eyes to her pain. In his protection of her, he'd locked her up, not just physically, but inside herself as well. Clearly, she was at her breaking point.
He and the wolf both flinched at her pain. But he didn't get a chance to say anything.
Hissing, Allison bent over herself, arms going to frame and hold her stomach.
Panic surged through him. He reached out, holding her elbows and helped her slowly to her knees. "Allison? Baby, talk to me."
"Just a kick," she panted. "A really hard kick, to my lungs. Deucalion, he's getting stronger."
His heart was pounding, trying to break through his chest bone, and his blood was surging through his veins. "What do you mean?"
She took a deep breath that ended in a hiss. "Just let me breathe for a second.
