I forced my walls up, knowing she didn’t need any extra stress right now. All I could give her was my reassurance and strength, which I let flow through the bond despite the fear I was fucking trying to hide.

She didn’t even fight or react, her hands on her stomach as I placed the needle on the side of her stomach, and injected her with the formula I had created.

Scarlett Westwood was the research specimen behind this… after the battle a decade ago, I had taken some of her blood for research out of interest. Trying to see the scientific build-up of her cells.

Right now, I hope...