Bruce's POV

I drove faster than I had ever driven in my life, one hand on the wheel and the other gripping Beverly's as contractions wracked her body every few minutes. My wolf was going absolutely insane with the need to protect my mate and unborn child from a threat I could not fight or kill.

"Almost there," I kept saying like a mantra. "Just hold on, Beverly. We are almost there." She nodded through gritted teeth, her face pale and slick with sweat. The hospital was only ten minutes away ...