Sienna’s POV
My wolf had just spoken to me.
Say something again, I whispered desperately, greeted only by silence. It was gone once more.
I looked back at Asher — Alaric; it’s Alaric now — hoping my wolf would say something, anything, again.
Nothing.
Instead, the baby shifts, ever so slightly, and I stifle a gasp, swallowing it before it can come out.
“Sienna?” Lucius frowned, turning towards me, concern written all across his face.
“I’m fine. This is just a lot.” My eyes traveled over to Alaric again, finding him already watching me. My stomach did a thousand backflips at once, sending an unpleasant wave of nausea through me.
Don’t get sick, don’t get sick, I begged myself, faintly tasting that familiar acidic flavor at the back of my throat.
