Jasmine stirred, waking to the soft creak of the window as the breeze swept in.
Her body ached, her ribs sore and her wrists tender. But the pain in her chest, an invisible bruise of fear and confusion, was worse.
As she slept, she had flashes of the horse and how it had neighed and how she had come crashing on the floor.
And she looked down at her legs and saw blood.
Her eyes were immediately opened and then she was set free from the terrible dream.
Nanny Nia was seated by the hearth, quietly knitting something in her lap.
"How long have I been asleep?" Jasmine whispered.
Nanny Nia looked up. "Just a few hours, sweetheart. You needed the rest."
Jasmine's hand went to her belly. "My baby?"
"Still strong," Nanny Nia said softly, setting her knitting aside and coming to her side. "Your heart might've skipped, but your little wolf didn't miss a beat."
Jasmine closed her eyes in relief. "I thought I was..." She didn't finish the sentence. She didn't have to.
