Rebecca's concern deepened as the healer's troubled expression reflected the gravity of the situation. Sitting up on the bed, she demanded answers.

"Is something wrong?" Her voice quivered with worry, her eyes searching for reassurance.

The healer hesitated, his words heavy with the weight of impending news. "My Luna," he began, bowing his head respectfully, "the child... isn't moving, and I suspect it's not breathing."

Rebecca's heart skipped a beat, fear gripping her as she processed his words. "Nonsense!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with denial. "What do you mean by that?"

The healer's demeanor softened, his gaze filled with sympathy for his Alpha. "I apologize, Luna, but this is...