Derek, Declan, and Connor stood in tense silence as the pack doctor examined Kira. The doctor's hands moved carefully over Kira as she lay there, still half asleep, murmuring something incoherent every time the stethoscope touched somewhere new.
Derek stood by the window with his arms crossed, watching every single movement the doctor made like a hawk with something to prove.
The room felt too small for all the worry packed inside it. Derek paced back and forth near the window, running his hand through his hair every few seconds.
His mind kept circling the same fear. What if whatever power had ripped through Kira tonight, whatever had made her collapse the moment it left her, had hurt the baby? What if she pushed herself too far? He had never felt this helpless in his life.
Declan leaned against the wall, arms crossed, trying to look calm but failing miserably. Connor stood like a statue by the door, his face blank, but his fists clenched tightly at his sides.
