[Ongoing Serial Novel][Werewolf] [MIW] In our world, for every female pup born there were five very eager and wanton males waiting for her to turn of age. Some packs considered their females to be ripe at sixteen, but my great-grandfather had establ...
Isolde was clutching Rain's hand tightly, though her skin was dangerously pale, and her lips had turned to an awkward, unnatural shade of blue. She was shaking from blood loss as the doctor worked to frantically treat her. Her words were nothing more than whispers, shaky confessions that she wished for Rick to save her pup even if it meant the loss of her own life.
Rain tried to comfort her as best as she could. "Don't say that," she admonished the other she-wolf. "You and your pup will both be fine."
Isolde moved her eyes slowly, presumably in an attempt to display that, if she could, she would be shaking her head. "No," she breathed in a whisper.
Rick moved quickly yet delicately, his facial expression as blank as he could keep it though he did wince at Rain's hope-filled words.
Coughing and then trying with what might she had left, Isolde clutched Rain's hand tightly. "I want you to tell my mate that I did love him."
Rain held the other she-wolf's hand tightly, methodically running her hands through Isolde's white-blonde locks and pushing them back from her sweaty forehead. "You can tell him that yourself, Isolde. You're going to pull through this, come on! You are young and healthy and –"
Isolde rasped, her eyes fluttering wildly. "I will not survive this," she squeaked slowly.
Rick cleared his throat then to reassert his presence. His sigh was pained. "I cannot save the pup, Isolde," he confessed and bowed his head solemnly. "It is too early for him to survive outside of your womb and it breaks my heart to save to say this to you, but –"
"Please let me die," Isolde pleaded, a tear cascading down her pale cheek. "Let me go with my pup and be at peace."
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Ryan wandered into the kitchen, poured himself a large mug of coffee and looked utterly disgusted. "Well, I now have one teenage she-wolf locked in one of our guest rooms so that she can't kill you or maim one of the other two ladies. She tried to scratch my eyes out when I told her that she was staying in that room until further notice, and then when she realized I was serious, she tried to tear my pants off my crotch. Fun times at the White Lightning Pack!"
