Ryan's POV

“How's she?” I asked Luke who was checking Tasha's vitality.

I had summoned him to the pack house,I couldn't help but pace around worriedly,my wolf almost took over when we saw our mate lying unconscious.

“She's good.” He wrapped the stethoscope he was holding in his bag. “Just a panic attack, I'll give her some medication, the one for a pregnant woman.” He answered.

“A panic attack?” I glanced at Tasha who was still sleeping.

“Yes,if I'm right it should be claustrophobia.” He replied.

Claustrophobia, the fear of tight space,I frowned at his answer but shook it away when Connor walked into my room.

“Call me if anything...