Chapter 8 World Of Werewolves

• As Meredith lay trembling, the pain pulsing through her body in waves, she could barely focus on anything else. Her breaths were shallow, as if each one fought to break free from her tightening chest. Yet, when she felt Damien's steady hand on her forehead, something inside her shifted.
• “We're here,” he whispered. Xavier moved closer, gently pulling her into his arms, the warmth of his chest against her back. The heat of his skin was comforting, easing the unbearable ache she felt.
• “Let us take care of you,” he murmured softly. Meredith's breathing hitched, not from pain this time, but from the unfamiliar sensation blooming in her chest. Magnus knelt beside her, his strong hands resting on her knees as he gazed into her eyes. His usual playful demeanor had softened, replaced with a tenderness that made her heart skip.