Cristine's view of the situation I

Cristine's POV

Amon's presence made me leave the room. He was pushing the beds, turning every part into chaos, and screaming out his soul. The midwife quickly lit a candle.

"Claudia!" He shouted, breathing as though his windpipe was blocked. "Gerald showed up again!"

He pulled the bedsheet of one of the beds, throwing it on the floor, and stepping his feet on it till the white color faded. He didn't stop there, his hands grabbed the only clock in the room, pulling it down, and smashing it with his feet.

"That Alpha! Alpha Gerald showed up again, and couldn't let me have her!"

He went on ranting, his hands looking for anything he could lay hold of. His fingers began to turn into paws, and he scratched his head with it, causing blood to pour out of him. I doubted he felt any pain from it.

"She was willing… Yes… I could sense that in her, but Gerald showed up to take control of her mind."