Second chances to hell

Nefretiri

"You're already five centimeters," Peter announced as he finished his exam. "At this rate, you'll be giving birth before midnight."

"So, the drugs worked on me?" I was so tired. The labor had moved from maybe to positive within the hour we'd arrived at the coven. That was three hours ago, and I was miserable. "I guess I'm not so werewolf, am I?"

"That's not what it is," Peter sighed, throwing his gloves into the trash as the nurse covered me back up. "Whatever they did to the water wasn't the only thing they did. I don't know what they did, but you were their target."

"They could've used a mixture of herbs to accelerate the labor," Sandy, the midwife and one of the coven witches, offered. "It's easy to slip into food or even burn it where you could smell it could cause it. That mixed in with the Pitocin in the water could be causing this."