For Me?

RETH

Reth paced the floor of the bedchamber while the two females worked over Elia—listening to her heart and stomach, palpating her belly, speaking to each other in the quiet, clipped tones of those with a job to do, and very little time to do it.

Reth kept raking his hand through his hair, rubbing his face, holding a hand over his mouth. Now that someone else could watch over her, he had no strength left to fight the abject terror that ripped through him. 

Elia unable to shift back to human form.

Elia in labor far too early and in her beast.

Elreth, their daughter, grown so fast, yet Aymora said even for the development she had achieved, this was too early. Would she survive the delivery, let alone life outside her mother's womb?

Reth groaned and Elia's beast whined. 

Aymora shot him a look over her shoulder. Though she didn't speak, the message was clear—be the strong one. Don't add to his mate's fear.