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thing you know he shifts in your belly or something.”
    Vanity laughed. “No wolf child can do that until he or she goes through puberty. The earliest I’ve seen it happen is ten years old. I’m only asking you to try, please.”
    “Okay, um...” She wiped her hands down the front of her jeans as she walked to where Vanity sat at the table. Lord, please don’t let me do anything to hurt this baby, she thought, afraid.
    “It won’t work if our Beta does not believe in herself,” Vanity said gently. “You felt the power before, the urge to help me and heal me. When I tried to put a claim on one of your mates, it was there too. Embrace that power again.”
    Tempest gave a short nod and sighed. She took a few calming breaths before she knelt beside Vanity’s chair and placed her hand on her belly. The baby kicked and Tempest smiled. One day she hoped to be on the receiving end of those very kicks. She wanted children with Dominic and Alex.
    She centered her thoughts, focusing on the baby, picturing how it may look nestled warmly in its mother’s womb. She gasped when she felt herself connect to the baby. She then tapped into the pack bond that linked Vanity to the rest of the pack and to her child, the bond that made her fiercely protect her baby by hiding her pregnancy and then running for help. Through the connection, Tempest felt the discord that was running through the entire pack. In her mind it was like a cancer eating away at the bond they all shared.
    Tempest focused again on Vanity’s baby and in her mind she pictured herself talking to the baby in a bassinet. Be still, sweet pea. Shh , we’re here to keep you safe . She thought of a lullaby and hummed it in her mind. She didn’t know how it happened, but she felt it within herself as the baby seemed to settle at her words. She had heard and read about children hearing the voice of their parents or music in the womb and responding but this was on a whole new level. In fact, because of the connection she felt to the pack at that moment, in her mind’s eye she could see the black decay of Vernon and his cohorts being pushed back. Not enough to make much of a difference, yet it was there.
    Vanity gasped and smiled as Tempest got to her feet. “You did it! You see, you are our Beta, our healer! The bond is not as corrupted as it once was. I can feel a lighter sense among us!”
    Before Tempest could answer, Alex and Dominic came rushing inside.
    “What have you done?” Alex demanded.
    “You felt it too?” Vanity asked.
    “Of course we did. We are connected to her. Anything she does, whether she is in danger or not, we always know,” Dominic snarled. “What I want to know is why you’re making it more tempting for Vernon to come take her?”
    Vanity shrunk back with fear evident in her eyes. Tempest knew for almost a year that this pack was being treated wrong and that these people were being abused by a cruel leader. There was no way she would allow such an atmosphere in her home. She’d dealt with evil and cruelty all her life, to have it happen to another person in her house, under her, was unacceptable.
    She glared at Dominic. “You rein it in right now, Dominic Cross. She didn’t make me do anything. This is what I wanted to do. I chose to do this. If you feel what I felt, then you know what they are going through. So don’t you dare scare her in my home. Is that understood?”
    Her voice rose on the last few words and Dominic’s eyes widened in surprise. The room crackled with energy, so much so that the hair on the back of her neck stood on end.
    “You can’t go around doing this. Each time you do something like this, Vernon can sense you too,” Alex said. “We have to deal with—”
    “No, you can’t hide this from me,” Tempest yelled. She had been named after the raging storm that wailed outside at her birth. But as the years went by she came to find that while she was usually mild tempered, when she got really angry people