#Chapter 264 – To the Temple

Ella As soon as the boat pulls up to the dock, I’m by the gangplank, eagerly waiting for the sailors to lower it. One of my hands rests on the underside of my swollen belly, holding my child close. The doctor that Sinclair assigned to come with us examined me the moment we stepped foot onboard after our trek home from the desert and confirmed that Rafe’s heartbeat is still there, though fainter than he’d like. I need to get of this boat, now, I think, my eyes wide as I watch the sailors hurry to lower the plank so that I can scurry off of it. I have a job to do, and the sooner it’s done, the sooner I can rest. Stop, my wolf begs inside of me – a word I don’t think I’ve ever heard her say. She’s usually run!, or fly! or go! Never stop, caution, wait. But today, I can feel her pacing inside me, worried. We are weak, she cautions. The pup… I can’t, I growl back at her, impatiently watching the plank finally touch the dock next to us. We have a job to do – we have to help