Modric POV
The sound from the monitor became one long, terrible line.
For one second, no one moved.
Then the infirmary exploded into action.
“Elara!” I shouted.
“I know!” she snapped.
She pushed me away from the bed and placed both hands over Mary Ann’s chest. One of the healers brought a small wooden box filled with medicine while another pulled the blanket away from her body. Elara began pressing hard against Mary Ann’s chest, counting under her breath as the other healer forced air into her lungs.
Mary Ann did not move.
Her face remained pale.
Her lips looked almost blue.
The bond between us weakened so quickly that I felt it like blood draining from my body. The warm pull that had followed me since the wedding became thin and distant. My wolf threw himself against my skin wit
