Darius's words still hung in the air when we stepped into the chambers. I dropped the bloody knife on the table and sank onto the edge of the bed. My hands were shaking. The flutter in my belly was constant now, small kicks that felt more urgent, like the baby could sense the clock running out too.
Kane poured water and handed me the cup without speaking. Rylan leaned against the wall, axe still in his grip, eyes on the floor. Darius stayed standing, arms crossed, the bond pushing his cold rage straight into my chest.
"The pack saw us come back covered in blood," I said quietly. "They cheered, but it wasn't the same. They're scared for their pups. They're starting to wonder if I'm worth it."
Darius's jaw tightened. "They'll follow or they won't. We don't have time to hold their hands."
