Daryn continued to stare at Dawn. How could this be possible? A pure blood couldn't have babies with a neotide. This was against nature. His lips quivered. He shook his head. "No, it isn't possible."
Dawn murmured something. Mrs. Rozero continued to put wet towels on her forehead. "She will be fine soon," she assured Daryn who wasn't leaving his wife's hand being a bundle of emotions. If she were pregnant, he would bring heaven and earth together for her safety. His wolf growled in agreement.
Eventually when Dawn woke up fifteen minutes later, Daryn asked, "How are you baby?"
She gave a faint smile and said, "I'll survive." Then she turned to look at the caretaker and understood that she had helped her. "Thanks Mrs. Rozero."
"You are very welcome, Madam," she replied and then furtively looked at Daryn, who was only gazing at his wife with stars in his eyes like a lovesick fool.
