I wasn't sure what drugs were in the syringe Eva forced on me. I knew what they did, though. As the first cramps rocked through my body, I understood.
Eva had injected me with something that induced labor. The cramps were early stage contractions. I was going to have my baby, right then.
It was too soon! I should still have a month left. The pup's lungs wouldn't be fully developed yet. There could be complications, they would need an incubator and medical care.
“Please, Eva, I need a doctor,” I begged, “The pup might not survive. It's too soon!”
I couldn't ask her to stop it. I knew it was already too late for that. But I hoped she'd care enough about the baby to get help.
“Don't be such a wimp,” Eva scoffed. “Lots of wolves opt for home births. You'll be fine.”
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