Help, I'm Dying.

Oh gods it was happening.

The older woman lay in her den, the familiar contractions rolling through her body. She squeezed her eyes shut, tears pouring down her face. It wasn't from the pain, it wasn't that bad, it was from the fear of having pups. She had vowed after her last babies had been killed before her very eyes that she would never give birth again. And look at her now. Well shit, it too late for that wasn't it? Ekko curled in a ball, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling that clenched in her belly. She was young the first time, but now she knew. She had thought that she had learned her lesson the first time, but apparently not. Wailing, she curled even tighter. She had half the mind to just not push and let the poor things die within her, but she hadn't the guts to pull through this.

Colten.

Should she call him? No... perhaps it was better if she suffered this alone. So she sent out no call, only sniffled as she lifted her leg to peek at her own belly. Why had her stupid hormones betrayed her? It was all their fault! This wasn't supposed to happen -- she still didn't get it! Colten wasn't even two, and yet she was in  labor with his children. Oh gods... her alphas were going to kill her. Well, if they ever found out. Ekko sent a prayer that the children looked like her, that this wouldn't tie Colten down at all. How selfish of her to ruin his life like this? And now she was stuck, stuck in this stupid pack and giving birth.