Drake POV:
After ordering Lucas to take Leila to our room and lock her inside, I turned back to Lily. She was trembling in my arms, her body shaking uncontrollably from the shock of what had just happened. Her fear was visible, and I couldn't help but worry that the trauma might push her into labor. I scooped her up carefully, cradling her against me as I carried her to her room. Her sobs echoed in my ears, filling me with a sense of dread I hadn't felt in years.
Once I tucked her into bed, I tried to reassure her. "Nothing's going to happen to you, or to our baby," I whispered, smoothing her hair away from her face. "I promise." She eventually stopped shaking, but her eyes still held that haunted look, one that made my chest ache.
I quickly linked the pack doctor, urging him to come and check on both Lily and the baby. My thoughts were spiraling, torn between what I had seen and the reality I wanted to believe.
