Ayn's Healing

Epilogue - Part 2 - Ayn

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It was a snowy December morning, when I slid with shaky hands the tourmaline bracelets on Lars' wrists.

„Do you really have to do this, Ayn?" Kari asked in a low pained tone, reaching out for the little hybrid who was still crying his eyes out.

„Yes. We do." I hissed at him, before telling my son to stop whining and forcing him to look again at his father's hand.

Despite having offered Kari the healing touch for one hour, his skin was still covered in welts and random blisters. In protest to having his teeth brushed, Lars had decided to spawn nothing less than freaking wolfsbane flowers at his dad.

It was in a way my fault. The day before I had shown my son the plants I was growing in my greenhouse, explained to him how dangerous they are for shifters and warned him to never ever touch them.

„But you said he cannot control what he glitches, I am sure he didn't mean it." Kari winces in pain, as he is holding the rogue wizard in his arms.

„Exactly, he cannot control it. What is next? Lava rain?" I exclaimed furiously, then headed out to Sven, who was peacefully blowing raspberries at some toys. I slid another pair of black beaded bracelets on his chubby baby wrists.

„Now why for him also? He didn't do anything!" Kari protested and I started crying.

I knew my sons would feel like shit with their new shackles that absorbed the energy from their swirling core. But my Alpha had a raid planned somewhere up North that night and I was almost seven months pregnant, bone tired, and empty.

I had zero energy left after the healing session that stopped the poison from getting into Kari's bloodstream. There was no way I would have been able to contain both males through the afternoon.

The child inside me was also feeling my exhaustion, and hadn't moved in many hours.

I explained all this to the Alpha and I told him that I will reconsider my decision and potentially go back to my kinder ways after the baby is born.

When Kari left, as consolation, I took the sulky males for a sleighing session to an overhang below the Pass. Mia and her daughter joined us, and for once Lars and Elsa played together like normal shifter kids, chasing each other and biting each other with their blunt teeth. It was not pleasant, but much better than seeing my niece dodging whatever crazy elemental powers her cousin involuntarily attacked her with.

We rounded them up to feed them a snack and I took Sven at my breast because, much to his delight, being pregnant had done nothing for decreasing my milk production.

And then suddenly I had the contraction from hell, so unexpected and so strong that I actually screamed out loud. I distinctly remember how my pain echoed back to me from the peaks around us and how it scared me. It was the sound of a being whose life was about to leave their body.

„Mama, you glitch also. Red snow." Lars whispered, pointing to the puddle of blood that was extending around me.

I couldn't answer him because my brain was busy trying to calculate how many weeks. How many weeks since that summer night when I sneaked into Kari's bed, because I was hungry for a taste of his skin.

***

I had had the most uneventful pregnancy and birth with Sven. Kari had told me our second born has a dormant wolf, but that male was sleeping like a pure blooded wizard. Ten hours in the night and then several naps through the day. Lars had also found his way to sleeping through, and my energy levels were impressively high.