Tanya's POV
"Push!" Abigail instructed as she stood beside the pack doctor holding my left leg in place while I stared up at the white ceiling.
"Mmmmh!" I obeyed, sweat cascading down my face and chest to soak the hospital gown I had on.
"You are doing great darling," Dante squeezed my palm as my back bounced on the bed from the force of the push. "Just hold on."
"I'm so sorry," I sobbed, my vision darting to his disheveled form. He was in only a pair of basketball shorts Nathan had fetched for him the instant we arrived on pack lands. His skin still helt scratch wounds that though healing, had blood on it.
His hair was no better as it stood at odd ends probably from the dirt that had packed in it for ages. His eyes had sunk inward from the ordeal he had gone through and probably from the lack of proper sleep.
