The Sacred Grove

SIENNA

I come to, to the sound of Agatha's voice speaking in a language that hurts my bones. The helicopter is a mangled ball of wreckage about us, but we’re alive, every last one of us. Members of Teo’s pack circle and secure the area while Agatha kneels down next to me, her hands a sparking blue.

"How long was I out?" I ask, trying to sit up. The contractions have turned into pressure.

"Twenty m