I truly believe that panic attack would have never stopped, if it weren’t for my body’s eventual exhaustion. I would have cried and screamed until my heart gave out, I would have died right there, but by the Goddess’s grace I passed out first.
My whole body hurt when I woke up, and my wrists burned from where I’d pulled uselessly at the cuffs. My throat was dry.
I can still feel the baby, my wolf said. We didn’t lose them.
“Thank the Goddess,” I croaked, eternally grateful for this one silver lining. I hadn’t killed my child—I still had the chance to do right by them.
Even if I had no clue how.
I sat up slowly, hissing as various aches made themselves known. Sleeping flat on the hard ground hadn’t helped, and I felt bruises forming where I’d rested on gravel and pebbles. It was t
