I wasn't trying to push Camilla.
But the scene unfolded almost exactly like it had that day.
Only this time, she was the one on the floor.
And I was the one standing above her.
My face wasn't twisted with cruelty the way hers had been when I collapsed months ago. When I had crawled across cold tiles, leaving a red trail behind me, and she had laughed and told me to stop pretending.
"Baby… my baby…" Camilla sobbed, clutching her stomach. "Riley, please. Save my child."
Her voice snapped me back to the present.
I pressed the emergency button immediately.
Doctors and nurses rushed in, lifting her onto a stretcher. No brothers. No pack elders around her.
"Riley."
Lewis's voice pulled me out of it.
I looked up. He was kneeling in front of me. His thumb brushed my cheek gently, wiping away tears I hadn't realized were falling.
Only then did I notice I had been crouching beside the bloodstains, crying quietly.
"I'm fine," I said quickly, standing up and wiping my face.
