*Eleanor*
“I can’t believe I ever rolled my eyes at a mother who was going through this,” I tell Thora as she spreads the hay on the ground for me. “I had no business bringing babies to Midgard when I had never felt the pain myself.”
She laughs a little. “You have always done a wonderful job,” she reassures me. “Now it is your turn. I’ll be with you the whole time.”
“Have you helped a mother before?” I ask her, hoping that she knows what to do.
She shakes her head. “No, but Helga helped me deliver my own. We can do this.”
“It is too early,” I remind her as another pain comes, the tightening in my stomach severe. “The baby will not make it.”
“Perhaps you are wrong on the time,” she tells me. “You think just because your husband smelled it? Just because he is a wolf does not m
