Freya’s scream tore through the clinic walls, a raw sound that echoed like thunder. The pain came in waves, each stronger than the last, breaking through her body and dragging every ounce of strength from her. Sweat drenched her skin, her fingers clutched the sheets so tightly her knuckles turned white.

“Push, Luna! Push!” Joanna urged, her voice trembling with urgency.

Freya gasped, trying to catch her breath. The room swam before her eyes. She could barely make out Samantha’s ...