Third POV
The three wolves stood silently, the gravity of what had just happened sinking in. Pishka had left. She walked away, and Jacob let her. Charles, unable to contain his rage, grabbed Jacob by the collar of his shirt. His wolf growled inside, urging him to attack, but Ming stepped between them, forcing Charles to hold back.
Charles: You let her go?! She's carrying our baby!
Jacob’s face hardened, but there was pain in his eyes
Jacob: She's going to bring the baby before dying
Charles and Ming froze in horror, their gazes locked onto Jacob
Ming: That's your MATE!?