Running. Not for her life. She knew that she was dead. She wouldn't last the night, but she needed to live long enough to get him to the safety of her closest friends. They were the best people because they knew everything Hidden. Who else would be better at hiding a child than her closest friends, the Hartsgn Family? They had no connections to the Hidden other than her. She was the ONLY connection they had and when she disappeared, Hunters would have no reason to hunt the Hartsgn's. Besides, because of the Hunters, they also lost their own child. They were spiraling into depression. They needed her son in order to survive.
Almost there. She was at the Thetford Forest Park which holds a lodge. All she needs is a door with a lock on it. It was abandoned for a season and it was for this reason she wanted to make use of the lodge and so that they lost her scent when she went to drop off her son, Teiran. She pulled out her only key, spoke the name of the family as she entered the key into the lock and turned the key. She ran inside not into the lodge but into the home of her closest friends.
The first person she saw was her best friend Carmen. She looked worse for wear; her short, near-white blond hair sticking in some places and overall, unkempt. She had bags under her eyes, no doubt from the lack of sleep or all of the crying she seemed to do these days.
Then she saw Carmen's husband, Marcom, sitting on the couch with his head in his hands. He only glanced up at her arrival. They both wore sleeping attire even though Carmen and Marcom looked like they hadn't slept for days with how dark and bloodshot their eyes were. Marcom's normally silky, long, black hair was in disarray from the hair pulling he would do when the depression got too bad. He might have just stopped when he heard her come in. They were both beautiful, elegant even on any regular day. Since the forced-miscarriage, they have been declining into depression and misery.
They have not left their home in weeks since the miscarriage, of course, so no one knew that she had miscarried. They told none of the general public the gender of their baby, so for them to take on a new baby would not have been a problem. They will take good care of him. I know it. They will care for this child as if he were their own. She gave the child to Carmen, kissed his forehead for the last time, gave Carmen a hug and left without a word. They never saw her ever again.