Terron’s POV

“She’s uncomfortable,” I groan, helping Gustav lay Kinsley on her side, in the soft grass, as her muscles constrict and her eyes seal shut. “You said she wouldn’t be in pain.”

My wolf is angry for letting me allow this, the obvious unease of our mate whimpering as the healer brushes his hand over her forehead. He closes his eyes, opening them seconds later to watch me as I hold back from throwing him through the woods and bringing relief to Kinsley. ...