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Chapter Twelve

Lillian's P. o. V:

I gradually become aware of my surroundings. I hear someone sobbing nearby. Overwhelming sorrow fills my mind, and I quickly realize that it isn't mine. "Logan, I'm fine. It's okay. I love you," I whisper in his mind. I force my eyes to open. Logan shoots up from his chair, quickly drying his eyes.

"Lillian?"

"Yes?"

"What happened? Why did you collapse?"

"I'm not quite sure. I just got really nauseous and weak. After that, it's a little fuzzy. Do you know what happened?"

"No. You got a faraway look in your eyes, then you collapsed. You've been out for almost a week," Logan sighs, looking ready to cry again.

"A week?! How have the packs been training?! I feel so useless!" I cry dejectedly.

"Xavier and I have been training them on how to do some of the tricks you've used in previous fights. They're doing really well," Logan beams happily.

"How's Xavier?" I ask, scared of the answer.

"He's coping. Right now, Catalina is in the hospital, but she's healing very well. Almost too well. You wouldn't have anything to do with that, would you?" Logan asks suspiciously.

"How would I heal her from that far away?!" I demand. Logan backs away at my tone. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you. I'm just confused," I sigh.

"It's fine, mi cariño. I understand," Logan soothes me. I sigh again.

"All this passing out and getting hurt or sick is getting on my nerves," I growl. Logan laughs.

"I'm sure it is. How do you feel?"

"Pretty good, actually. Can I go? Please?" I beg.

"If you feel well enough, you can supervise the training."

"Sounds good. Can I just leave?"

"Yeah. You've already been checked out. Are you sure you're up to it?"

"I'm fine," I growl, immediately regretting my temper. "I'm sorry. I'm just frustrated," I sigh.

"I know. Come on, I'll help you to the car," Logan smiles, letting me know that he forgives me. I relax, then push my way out of bed. When I get to my feet, I feel stable. Logan helps me out to the car, and soon we reach the training clearing. The assembled wolves are already practicing. I walk through them, watching technique. All of the wolves are doing extremely well.

"You and Xavier taught them well!" I exclaim. Logan chuckles quietly.

"We had a good demonstration," he replies, kissing me tenderly. I make my way to the front of the clearing. When the wolves realize that I am in front of them, all of the fighting stops. A huge cheer rises up, and it takes a few minutes for it to completely quiet.

"From what I've seen, all of you are doing quite well. I'm sorry I couldn't be out here training earlier. I had a touch of the flu. Now, I'm back, and I will continue to instruct and monitor you. Great job everyone! Okay, to begin, I am going to have a pair of wolves get into a mock fight. I want you to show me what you've learned, but don't hurt anyone, okay?" There is a resounding affirmative. Two male wolves make their way to the front of the clearing. They circle each other for a little while, before the brawnier wolf makes the first move. He lunges forward, trying to catch the other wolf off guard. His trick doesn't work, and the smaller wolf darts forward. In a second, the large wolf is lying on his back, with the smaller wolf's mouth around his throat. Everyone applauds. "That was very good!" I congratulate the winner. "Do you know what went wrong?" I ask the loser of the fight.

"I got too cocky. I thought I could take him by surprise, but I didn't move fast enough."

"Very good! As long as you know your mistakes, you can fix them. Everyone, keep practicing. I'll walk around and assist when needed," I say. Immediately, everyone pairs off, and soon, everyone is locked in a mock fight. I walk around, surveying the fights. All of the wolves are fighting extremely well. So far, none of the fights have had a clear winner. I clear my throat loudly, catching the attention of the wolves. "That was very good, everyone. Well done! Blaine and his wolves won't stand a chance against us!" I announce proudly. A cheer rises through the crowd. I laugh, and Logan leads me to the car.

"We are going to go home and visit Catalina, make sure she is going okay. Xavier can hold down the fort here."

"Sounds good," I smile, hopping into the truck. Logan calls Xavier on the way and explains where we are going. Within minutes, we are leaving the pack borders, and on our way back to our home pack. Logan drives for what seems like forever, and I gradually fall into a deep sleep.

Logan gently shakes my arm to wake me up. It is about three o'clock in the morning. We are parked in front of our cabin. Logan unlocks the door and carries me inside. We both collapse on the bed, and within minutes, we are both asleep.

I wake up at nine o'clock. Logan is already up and getting dressed. I decide to take a quick shower. When I step out, an astonishing sight meets my eyes. My belly is enormous! I gasp, and quickly call Logan in. "What's the matter?! Are you okay?!" he demands, frightened. I nod.

"My belly is huge! What's going on?"

"Are you sure you aren't having twins? Your belly is twice the size that it should be at a month."

"I'm sure. Maybe I should visit Dr. Brown after we visit Catalina?" I suggest. Logan nods.

"Get dressed, and we'll go." I hurry to get dressed, then wolf down a granola bar. Soon, we are on the road, heading to the hospital. At last, we arrive. A nurse directs us to Catalina's bed. She looks a little pale, but other than that, she seems healthy. Her face brightens as we approach.

"Someone's expecting!" she exclaims. I laugh self consciously.

"Yeah..." I trail off, embarrassed. Catalina senses my discomfort and lets it drop.

"How do you feel?" Logan asks.

"Pretty good. I'm almost completely healed. It's a miracle. There aren't going to be any side effects of the shooting," Catalina grins happily. I smile.

"I'm glad to hear that you're okay," I laugh.

"Me too. Dad sends his love," Logan says, kissing Catalina on the cheek.

"Tell him I send my love as well," Catalina smiles. We both say that we will, then head over to Dr. Brown's office. She greets us warmly.

"How are you both?"

"Very well, thanks. I was just wondering why I'm so huge!" I laugh. Dr. Brown motions to the ultrasound room.

"Follow me, and we will find out!" Logan and I follow behind her. I hop up on the table and lift my shirt, exposing my belly. Dr. Brown quickly preps the machine, then rubs my belly with gel. She carefully runs the tool over my stomach, allowing the picture to build. Suddenly, she gasps.

"What's wrong?!" I ask, terrified.

"Nothing's wrong..." Dr. Brown hedges.

"But?" Logan prompts.

"But, it seems that the fetus is developing at a far more rapid rate than usual. Actually, she is developing at twice the rate of a normal baby. At this rate, your due date will be in a few days!" Dr. Brown exclaims.

"What?!" Logan and I shout at the same time. She nods slowly.

"We are probably going to keep you in the hospital until you give birth. This is unheard of, and we don't want any complications," she explains. I nod numbly.

"Okay..."

"We can move you to the maternity center right now, if you wish." I nod my head. Dr. Brown rolls the gurney I am on down the hallway, into a large room. I make my way into the large bed and get comfortable. Dr. Brown leaves us to get comfortable.

"What's going on?" I whimper.

"I don't know mi cariño. I'll try to do some research later."

"Can you do it now?"

"Will you be okay alone to a little while?"

"I'll be fine. Just hurry back if you find something," I plead. Logan kisses my forehead gently, then leaves. I pull out my cell phone and call my mom. It rings once before she picks up.

"Hey, sweetheart. What's up?"

"Where are you?"

"I'm in the pack cabins. What do you need?"

"Wait, you're in the pack cabins?"

"Yeah, I've been here for almost a week. What do you need?"

"Can you bring a laptop and come visit me?"

"Where are you?" Debra asks, sounding concerned.

"I'm at the pack hospital. Please bring the laptop," I beg.

"I'll be right over!" my mom promises, hanging up. I sink back into the pillows. Within five minutes, my mom walks into the room. "Holy cow, sweetie! When we're you going to tell me you were pregnant?"

"I've had a lot going on..." I trail off. My mom sighs.

"I should have watched you better. You've known Logan for two months, and you're already having his baby. Is that why you left? Because you didn't want me to know that you were pregnant?"

"Mom, I promise you, I didn't mate with Logan until after the Mating Ceremony." My mom glances at my neck. When she sees the Blood Bond, her face turns bright red.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to imply anything. I didn't realize that you and Logan were mated. How far along are you?" my mom asks, changing the subject quickly.

"About a month." My mom's face drains of the color it had left.

"No offense, but why are you so big?"

"That's why I wanted you to bring the laptop. Apparently, Faelia is developing twice as fast as a normal baby. I was wondering if there was any information on it," I explain. My mom hands me the laptop.

"I've got to head home. I've got food on the stove. Let me know if you find anything," my mom says, kissing me gently. I say goodbye and fire up the laptop. Within minutes, I am searching the Internet for answers. What I find is depressing. There is little information on werewolf pregnancy, let alone any abnormalities. At last, I find a site that looks promising. Finally, I start to get some information. Apparently some Alpha females with abnormal abilities went through a similar pregnancy. I email one of the addresses given, begging for information. Within minutes, my inbox has a new message. Excitedly, I open it. It reads:

Dear Lillian,

I got your message, and I hope this helps. I can read other wolves minds, which I believe affected my pregnancy. My son, Calvin, developed at twice the rate of a normal wolf pup. When he was born, he continued to grow at an accelerated rate, about a year in a day. His accelerated growth stopped when he turned eighteen. My second child grew at twice that rate. That's another thing; Calvin was able to phase at ten years of age. His speech and skills developed at an accelerated rate as well. I hope this helped! Good luck with your pregnancy!

Sincerely,

Lisa.

I close the laptop excitedly, thankful for the information. Logan picks up on my excitement. "What's the matter, mi cariño?"

"I managed to get some information on what's going on!" I exclaim.

"I'll be right over!" Logan says solemnly. I feel him phase, and soon, he walks into my room.

"What did you find out?" Logan asks.

"Apparently, after Faelia is born, she will continue to grow at a vastly accelerated rate."

"How much of an accelerated rate?"

"About a year in a day," I whisper. Logan's jaw drops.

"Will it always be that way?"

"After she turns eighteen, her growth will become normal," I explain.

"When will she phase for the first time?"

"Whenever she's ready," I reply confidently. Logan nods.

"I guess that makes sense."

"Yeah. Can you help me? I need to go to the bathroom." Logan helps me out of bed and to the toilet. I quickly go, then turn to flush before washing my hands. A gag rises in my throat, and I start coughing. Logan opens the door and checks on me.

"You okay?" I shake my head and point inside the toilet bowl. Logan looks inside, then reels back.

"What is that?" I ask, bewildered.

"It's a mucus plug. You're going into labor," Logan says, his voice sounding far away. I slowly make my way back to the bed. Logan presses the nurse call button. Within a minute, a nurse enters my room.

"What can I do for you?" she wonders kindly.

"I think I'm going into labor. I was going to the bathroom, and the mucus plug fell out," I explain. She has me lay down on the bed while she checks my dilation.

"You certainly are! Dr. Brown will help you deliver when the time is right. For now, try to relax as best you can. If you want an epidural, just let us know."

"Okay. Thank you," I smile. The nurse leaves us to ourselves.

"Are you having any contractions yet?" Logan asks.

"Not yet. I should probably try to sleep while I still can."

"Probably," Logan agrees. I shut my eyes and drift into a peaceful slumber.

A sharp pain in my lower body awakens me. I quickly glance at the clock. I've only been asleep for fifteen minutes. Logan watches me, looking for signs of pain. Another sharp contraction rips through me. I whimper in pain. Logan presses the nurse call button. A nurse rushes in and checks me again. "Oh my gosh! The baby is crowning!" she exclaims. She grabs the bed and wheels it quickly into the delivery room. Dr. Brown enters moments later.

"That has to be the record for fastest labor," she jokes. I grit my teeth and try not to whimper in pain. Dr. Brown has me get into the right position. "Okay, on three, I want you to push as long and as hard as you can, okay?"

"Okay," I gasp.

"One, two, three!" I push as hard as I possibly can. "Again. One, two, three!" Once again, I push. "One more time! One, two, three!" I push for the last time, and a sharp baby's cry fills the air.

"Faelia," I croon. The nurses clean her off and snip the umbilical cord. Finally, they hand her to me. She is asleep. Her short brown hair barely covers her head.

"She's adorable!" Logan exclaims, awestruck. He lets her little hand rest on top of his.

"She's perfect."

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