Chapter Seven

“Doctor, we need you in here!”

Someone from the primitive medical team opened a door to the hallway, where they were still gathered. He bellowed the command at the tiny human in the white coat.

The action drew Daeja’s attention away from Jennifer, the Fr-ench-fr-y extortionist and deceiver. That was when she heard it, beneath the angry rumblings and frightened whispers of the crowd of adults.

“She’s a Wyvern, man!” Larimar hissed.

“More like a Girl-vern,” Conny mumbled.

“Shut the fuck up, guys,” Heliodore scolded them.

She would have smiled at her mate, but the almost indecipherable, oh-so-tiny sound reached her sensitive ears, and the world stood still for Daeja.

“Silence, please. I must have silence,” Daeja commanded as tears threatened to run down her face.

She’d never again hoped to hear that sound. So precious and full of promise. Daeja gasped, then scowled as the miraculous whisper was overpowered by the pained cry of the birthing mother.