Inside fels space, the atmosphere had reached a point of terrifying, suffocating tension.
Dimitri, Exile, and Damien slammed through the door, their faces pale and wild with an obsessive, desperate panic. The space had already shifted to provide exactly what she needed to give birth in. The room expanded slightly, grounding its temperature into a deep, radiating warmth. The massive bed at the centre of the room widened, its silk sheets rippling to reveal stacks upon stacks of thick, clean, sterile white towels piled neatly at the foot of the mattress. Large basins of steaming hot water materialised on the cedar side tables, vapour rising to clear the scent of blood from the air.
Felicity was in absolute agony. Her small frame was completely soaked in sweat, her blonde hair plastered to her forehead as her spine arched violently off the silk sheets. Her little fennec ears were twitching in deep distress.
