#Chapter 370 – Unleashing the Flame

Ella

I fall into a little daze as I watch Hank work, as I hold my sleeping baby in my arms. It’s not that I’m not paying attention – it’s just that…I don’t really understand what they’re doing or saying, so to me it’s all just quiet repetitive work.

I do pay attention, of course, when Hank deems Cora patched up enough to roll her over onto her side so that they can perform an ultrasound. Cora gives a low moan when the nurses move her, a sound which at once pains me and gives me a little thrill of hope. Because as much as I hate to hear my sister in pain –

Damn it, at least it means she’s alive. I watch carefully as the nurses hold her still, as Hank expertly spreads some clear jelly on her stomach and then begins to search for a heartbeat. Then I bury my head in my hand a few moments later when he finds it – a fast, faint fluttering of noise. My little niece or nephew, still fighting for life.

I drag my hand away from my face a moment later to see Hank nodding to his nurses and Cora lowered back on her belly. Then, Hank turns to me, pulling off his gloves as he crosses the room and falls into a crouch so that we can be almost face-to-face while I stay seated.

“You saw?” he asks, looking up at me a little from his lowered place on the floor. “Yes,” I reply, nodding sharply. “The baby is alive, but – ”

towards Cora. “It’s – it’s not preferable, obviously, for a mother to be so gravely wounded so early in a pregnancy. Frequently the body will decide…” he sighs and shakes his head, trying to come up with the right

miscarriage…” I say, looking

his voice curious now, drawing my eyes back to him. “Did Cora ever mention to you

he’s not going to understand what I’m talking about if I start babbling on about priests in

“So you can – you can actually like, use it to heal people – to heal wounds like that

about the gift when we should be concentrating on helping my sister. What, really, is

It’s all I really do, try to fix bodies. The idea of being able to wield

sigh and nod, my eyes moving back

know a lot about wolf biology, but not a lot about the religion or the magic of it

flash to him suddenly as I realize that –

say, getting quickly to my feet and looking around the room. “Can I use a phone,

disposal.” He glances back towards Cora now. “I’m going to run some tests,” he murmurs, taking a deep breath and steeling himself.” Let’s update each

Hank and then carry Rafe over to the little computer in the corner, where I open a web browser and begin to search for

Sinclair

mid- leap,

one of pain as I turn my back to the fire but feel it curling at my clothes, my skin, the back of my

my men behind me likewise taking the brunt of the flame, I

says, his teeth gritted as he glares at us. “I will burn

step towards him. “Or else you’d have done

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