Zyran remained by the wall, looking far too relaxed for a male standing in a room where a pregnant female might give birth soon.
Cyrus looked at Osiris again.
Osiris looked at the floor.
"I did find Kian though," Osiris said again in a smaller voice.
Cyrus said nothing.
That silence somehow felt worse than shouting.
Osiris shifted his weight and looked around the room as if hoping someone would rescue him.
Isabella would have done it, but another strange pressure moved through her lower stomach at that moment. It was not strong enough to make her cry out, but it pulled low and tight enough that her fingers curled into the fur.
Cyrus felt the change before she could speak.
He immediately turned from Osiris and placed his hand over her stomach. His anger vanished under fear and focus. "Breathe slowly."
"I am breathing," Isabella said, though her voice came out lower than before.
"Do it with me."
