Sam sounded so hysterical that I had to strain my supernatural ears to make any sense of what was coming out of her mouth. "Bleeding?" I whispered, dreading what it meant. "But she is around seven months pregnant."

"We are at the hospital. Come, please." Before she had even completed the sentence, I had kept the receiver down and ran out of my office. I climbed down the stairs as fast as I could and bounded out of the pack house as fast as my wolf would allow it. I got in my car and rode towards the hospital, like a madman.

I slammed the breaks and parked my car...