CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY FOUR
Sarah
It’s haunting, what I know without really knowing it. I’m not entirely sure where the information comes from. But it’s a guttural thing. It’s the strongest natural urge in my body.
Before having Fergus, I had heard about motherly instincts. I thought I understood it. But it wasn’t until having a baby that I could actually fathom what that meant.
Now, I feel that indescribable feeling pushing me forward. I run faster than I’ve ever run before and Lucas keeps pace beside me.
Can he feel it too? We don’t have time to stop and ask. All I can do is run towards my baby. I need to get to Fergus.
As we reach the pack though, my heart sinks even further. There’s a sense of uneasiness, panic, confusion, and loss surrounding the pack. Familiar faces look at me with pity. They try to get my attention.
I don’t stop. We keep running until we reach our house. We go through the door and find Clara crying as she talks to other pack members.