Chapter 66 TERROR
\-SIANNA'S POV
The pounding of my head greeted me as I forced my eyes open in the bright room. My throat feels sore, my limbs ache, and my heart smoldering. Confused and in turbulence from the severe pain in my body, I can't move.
"Vance" My calls are empty, and I can't feel him.
I am lost, sad, and wrought with fear. Petrified that the world had disappeared and left me alone. In my bones, every joint ached and I knew that Vance was in trouble. I can't seem to mind-link anyone. My numb soul left me in a bottomless pit of terror. Whatever was happening was disastrous. My love would never leave me, and the more I consider how hurt he might be, the worse my headache got.
It's an excruciating pain accompanied by a force that pins me down. I feel like I am falling even though I am still lying in bed. Alone, and at home, I feel deserted. Thinking of contacting Blayne or Duke, I try both but my mind-link failed consistently. Something is wrong, what's going on?
My baby turns over and kicks, he is moving more than usual. To soothe him, I put my hands on my stomach. This was the least that I could do. Trying to get out of bed was futile because I was lethargic.
"Uhh." This was bad because the pain does not stop. I don't know what the problem was, and the uneasy feeling that a major catastrophe was occurring intensified. Tears brimmed my eyes and all I want is Vance at my side. Where the hell was he?
The horror of my reality is terrifying me. The room is spinning and I am losing strength from the vertigo. "Vance, please come and get me." I was still calling out to him with a glimmer of optimism.
'Think of yourself and our baby,' my wolf whimpers, her voice pallid and gentle.
The phone was still in my purse that I had thrown on the sofa. Such stupidity on my part. Silently I prayed, "Moon goddess, please help me. I need someone. Save me and my baby. And if Vance is in trouble, kindly give him the power and strength to overcome."
Once more, I'm rendered unconscious by a sea of darkness. Sadly, I cannot recount how long I was suspended in the blackness.
A light appeared out of nowhere. The darkness fled as the light persisted, and distorting figures lumped over me. Two women were looking down at me, their hands resting on my chest and tummy.
Are these silhouettes hovering over me angels as I arrive in heaven? Has my journey on earth been completed? I would hate to leave my loved ones without saying goodbye. Dying alone was indeed a tragic end.
Suddenly, my senses alerted me to the absence of pain. I remain helpless and frail. My pulse had slowed, and my breathing was short. My eyes were working assiduously to provide me with a clearer vision.
"Sianna?"
I knew that voice and that smell of an old woman. Focusing on my vision, I identified her as Miriam but I was clueless as to who the other girl was. She was younger and almost bore similar features. Observing them, a glow was at the base of their palms that was on my body. They were helping me and my baby. Thank you, goddess.
"Where's Vance?" my voice caught in my throat and came out in a hoarse whisper because I was unable to elevate it beyond that. "Shhhh," The elder witch said to me, rubbing down my tummy. "Luna, do not panic. We are here with you."
"What's happening?" The baby wasn't moving, and I need to know what the fuck is going on. Saying not to panic was one thing, but when I can't feel my baby stir within me, how could I not be frantic?
They whispered words that I did not recognize and neither appeared to be in the English language. I raised my head to see more of what they were doing.
Some minutes passed, and they stopped. "Marlena, come." The young woman followed Miriam as they headed for the door.
"Where are you going? Please don't leave me." I struggled to sit upright in bed. The heaviness maintained its pressure on my body. Nonetheless, I persist to erect myself. I don't want to be alone, and I'm concerned about my baby. More tears appeared and flowed.
Miriam rushed to my side to obstruct my movements. "Luna, please lie down. This is far from over." The room door opens and in hurries my mom. I'm so happy to see her. I stretched my hands out to her.
"Sianna, sweetie," Her face is pervaded with concern as she clasped my hand in hers and kissed my forehead. She retrieved the stethoscope from her medical supply pack and used it to listen to the baby's heart first, and then mine. "Blayne is downstairs and Duke is on his way."
"Vance is at the ravine, go with Blayne and help him right away," Miriam said, turning to face another girl named Marlena. "The ravine? If he's in our territory, why doesn't he come to me?" They do not acknowledge my questions. "Is something wrong with Vance?"
The younger lady leaves, my mom was too preoccupied with listening through the stethoscope to respond. Nobody is answering me. What are they keeping from me? "Will someone tell me what the hell is going on?"
"Sweetie, right now, I just need you to be calm. Vance will be here when he can. Blayne and Marlena will help him." She cupped my cheek and I listened to her like I always did when I was sick. But it does not reduce my concerns.
'Focus on our pup.' my wolf's faint voice reminds me.
"Do you know what's up with Vance?" I asked her since everyone else was being hushed about telling me squat.
'I can't feel him, Sianna. We don't have a link with him anymore.' She wails and whimpers.
"Are you talking about our bond?" My heart rate increased as I started to become frantic.
'It's broken,' my wolf's pain stick in my heart like tiny needles. 'I sense that our pup needs us more.'
"What is wrong with our baby?" I am grappling to not panic, but my life seems to be disintegrating, and I can't do shit about it. 'There's a string attached to the baby's neck.'
"No," melancholia coats my mind. "No." I grabbed my mom's hand, she looks at me instantly. "What's wrong with the baby?" She sits beside me, resting her hand on my head top, "The baby's heartbeat is irregular. It could get worst if you panic. Sianna, please be strong."
Miriam had gone out of the room, and I hadn't noticed. She came back with a bowl in her hand and several white towels. In an effort to calm myself for the sake of my kid, I leaned my head back on the pillows, but I was afraid. Without Vance, I felt lonesome.
A breathless Duke was discovered when the door was knocked. As he glanced at my state, his features showed concern. He appeared to be at a loss for words.
"Have you seen Vance?" I can't control my need for my mate. I would give the world to see him walk through the master bedroom door. "Don't hide it. Spill it now!"
However, Duke adjusts his features in an effort to make it seem that everything was fine. Their constant evasion to give me information about what was going on was exasperating. Am I not the Luna anymore? Why don't I know what is transpiring within the pack?
He opens his mouth to speak but Mom interrupts, "Sweetie, let Vance do what he needs to do. Blayne is with him but we are here with you. Your blood pressure is low and Miriam and I are doing everything that we can for you and the baby. But you have to help us by staying calm."
To Duke, she said, "We will need some privacy, and please ensure that you remain here at all times."
He nodded. Their eyes glazed over as they mind-link. My anxiety grew and was wearing me out.
Fatigue hindered me from protesting at the moment. With no resistance left, I was sleepy and dozed off. The blackness took me over just as the earth was covered in darkness.
Nightmares of Vance making love to another woman in the forest tormented me throughout my sleep. It hurt so badly to see him give my love away to that woman. I tried to see her face but she maintained an angle that blocked my view. He knew that I was there and he continued assaulting her with kisses.
She laughs knowing that I was powerless to stop the tryst before me. The mate bond smashed into splinters like a mirror and was carried away by the wind. I feel my stomach and it was flat. Where's my baby? I want to wake up but I cannot escape this purgatory.