I dragged myself out of our room, repeatedly calling for Wyatt but the silence that met me was deafening. I tried to link my thoughts with him, but it seemed that he had purposely shut off our connection. Panic set in as I realized that something was wrong. Wyatt and I had always been able to communicate through our thoughts, but now he was radio silent.
I stumbled through the hallway, frantically searching for anyone who could help me, but I was completely alone. Where was everybody? What was happening to me? I felt a sudden gush between my legs as I pulled myself up to stand, and when I looked down, an uncontrollable scream tore out of my mouth. I was bleeding profusely, so instantly, I knew something was wrong with my child.
Gathering every ounce of strength I had left, I continued to stagger toward the door, and as soon as I got out, I screamed at the top of my lungs begging for help. Not a second later, one of our pack members who happened to be passing by had seen me, and in an instant, he was running toward me.
"Luna Raven, are you alright? What is happening?" he worriedly asked.
"Doctor, I need the doctor right away," I groaned.