Leondre's POV
I nestled her in my arms and begged her to wake up but her eyes were still closed.
She was still breathing so that comforted me, I kissed her face over and over. Her once beautiful dress was torn and drenched in her blood, and her forehead was streaming blood.
As paramedics and firefighters reached the scene, it was worse. I looked around the people, my people, they were bleeding and others died. I was angry and growling.
Someone was tapping my shoulder with urgency and I turned, it was my sister.
"Leondre, they have to treat her now," I noticed I was scaring everyone with my aura so they stood in the distance. I released my mate to them and they immediately started treating her.
Several hours later we were at the general hospital, the doctors were with Ana in the theater room and my heart grew colder each second that passed. I felt someone sit beside me and I glanced at her. It's the young woman my mate is fond of; Samantha. Her eyes are fixed on the door, waiting. The wait was dreadful and soon, Dan and my parents came rushing.
"Leondre, how's Ana!" My mom asked in a worried tone, I only hugged her, needing her support. I pulled away and she cupped my face.
"She'll be alright," She said, looking into my eyes, I wish with all my being that I can believe her but with the way my heart tugged, I doubted that.
I was stiff when the doctor opened the door. "The Luna is awake," She said with a pitiful smile, this is bad, I can feel it. I almost choke on something I'm unfamiliar with. Tears?
The doctor kept opening and closing her mouth, unable to construct the right sentences, it didn't offer me any comfort.
"We- we stitched her up, but-" She trailed again. My parents were dumbfounded, we didn't tell them about the pregnancy. My body quivered and I knew the baby didn't make it.
"But that's good news," Cheered my father
"The baby didn't make it," The doctor announced and faced the floor, confirming my suspicions, for a moment the ground beneath was spinning.
"There was a baby?" Cried my mother, I fell back in the chair and took my hands to my face. Dan held my shoulder in a way to console me but I didn't want their comfort.
I flew up and entered the room, she was hysterical. Anaiah was crying loudly, gripping her stomach, her eyes snapped to me and she wailed. I rush to her and hold her tightly. Her petite frame is shaking in my grip.
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