I was pacing now because my body refused to stay still. My wolf was still growling in the back of my head like she hadn’t gotten the memo that Damon was fine, and my chest hurt from how hard I’d been crying in the five minutes since the gunshot.
“Lyra, breathe,” his mother said again, reaching for my hands because she probably thought I was seconds away from actually fainting. “He is fine. Damon is fine. Daren was just practicing. You need to calm down for your babies. They do not need this kind of stress.”
“Oh my God, my babies,” I said, pressing a hand to my stomach like I was talking to them directly now. “Do you babies hear this? Your daddy’s f*****g twin just took ten years off my life for fun. Do you know what kind of emotional damage you have inherited from this side of the family
