By the fourth day, the palace was vibrating with a restless energy. The guards were on high alert, and my husbands were hovering so close I felt like I was being escorted by a four-man infantry unit every time I went to the bathroom.
Then, the chaos I'd been bracing for finally arrived.
One of the Stormhole females, a younger tiger who had been looking particularly haggard, went into labor. But this wasn't a peaceful, average delivery.
It was a screaming, frantic mess. Because she was malnourished and stressed from the journey, the labor was difficult, and her shrieks echoed out of the audience hall, bouncing off the stone corridors like a siren.
"The healers! Send the healers!" Rakan's voice could be heard bellowing from behind the closed doors.
