Alexander's POV

The witch's hands hover over Brittany's still form.

"She's stable," the witch says, her voice soft but certain. "Both of them are. The baby's heartbeat is strong. Your mate simply couldn't bear the shock. Her body shut down to protect itself."

Relief floods through me, so powerful my knees almost buckle.

'Thank the Moon Goddess.'

"She'll wake?" I ask, my voice rougher than I intend.

"In a few ...