Behind Enemy Lines | 2

Chapter Twenty One

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The Queen was feeling anything but the fair and wise she was stereotypically meant to be. The Silver Wolf had snakes coiling around her stomach, rods prodding into her spine, and someone was definitely ramming a sledgehammer against her skull.

The Priestess of the Moon had bones of iron but they were crumbling.

It was rare sight to see a gleaming silver wolf walk the length of her room, her large belly swaying with each step. Lady Seraphina's paws were thudding against the fluffy carpet as though squishing ants without mercy. She'd no patience today for anyone – not even her mate.

Her mate could feel her agitation and tried to mentally send positive thoughts her way but her only response was a snarl.

My love, are you-

Seraphina cut him off. The Silver wolf grumbled at the thought of any pity or concern for her. The headache was increasing, her stomach was hurting.

Without any warning, she started to sway. Alarm shot through her as she rapidly shifted back into her human form, swivelling her body to protect the baby bump from hitting the fine floor. Her heart started to pound as her iron bones melted. Seraphina's breathing rapidly tried to keep up with the drums of her heart. Placing an elbow behind her, her right hand cupping her swollen belly in pain, her prodded spine started to prickle.

With the bed to her right, Seraphina attempted to climb upon the sponge mattress for comfort but she couldn't get her body off the ground. Her white moon gown glistened, her only garment that appeared after she shifted, and the Priestess of the Moon turned to her Goddess.

On the left of her, beyond the floor to ceiling windows and the wooden balcony resting several stories above the ground guards of the castle, she watched the full moon appear from behind the smoky clouds. The dark night was exceptionally obsidian, the stars and moon brighter than normal.

The Priestess shut her eyes and prayed to her Goddess for the safety of her child. When she opened them, the reflection of the moon didn't hit the windows. The blue-grey eyes of the Queen held the strength of the Moon, the brightness reflecting the glowing orbs between the obsidian like grains of sand dancing on the rocks of the beach.

The Lady of the Wolves' power woke within her to help her. She was weak, couldn't physically protect herself or her child, and the pure rays of the moon within her soul glowed in response. Seraphina tipped her head back against the fluffy carpet and dug deep within her body; her headache increased tenfold. Her fists formed tightly as she felt the rays of the moon under her body.

Breathe.

The bells of the Mother Moon sounded within her ears as Seraphina borrowed the moon rays strength. Her white dress swept around her as the Priestess allowed the rays to push her off the fluffy floor. The curtains for the window fluttered, the doors swung open with the twitch of her eye, and she came down softly onto the plush mattress.

Her headache pounded as water pooled between her legs. Seraphina used a majority of her strength to push herself semi-upright against the grey headboard and gently spread her weak legs.

Breathe.

Mother Moon, please do not leave me now. She responded to her soul mother. Seraphina looked at the bedroom door, knowing that Elliot will come knocking very quickly as soon as she started to push, but this was something that no one but her and her Goddess could witness.

I never have, Seraphina. I never will.

Seraphina took a deep breath as she felt the rays gently rest on her shoulders, as though the Goddess herself was beside her in a vapour of white beams from her home in the sky, and released it in pieces as she stared at her large belly. It was time for the Heir of the Wolves to be born. A small smile, one of fear and excited nerves flickered on the Queen's face as she thought about her unborn child. The thought was long-lived as her Goddess spoke to her again.