Chapter 295: The Unbreakable Moment

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Chapter 295: The Unbreakable Moment Jacob~ I’ve lived centuries, walked with kings and gods, roamed the shadows of endless forests with wolves at my side, and yet... nothing ever terrified me the way Easter’s screams did that night. The moment the ambulance doors flung open, nurses rushed toward her with a flurry of frantic footsteps and clipped orders. Bright fluorescent lights stabbed at my invisible eyes as I followed behind, the cold sterile air of the hospital biting into my skin like winter frost. I hovered close to her stretcher, watching her fingers curl tighter around Rose’s tiny hand. "Mommy... mommy, wake up..." Rose sobbed. Easter’s eyes fluttered, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps. Sweat matted her curls to her forehead. Tears streamed down her freckled cheeks, her lips trembling with each contraction that rocked her small, trembling body. "Miss Easter, you’re going to be okay," one nurse said in French as they wheeled her down the corridor. "Stay with us. Breathe." They pushed her into a private delivery room, bright and polished with silver equipment and glowing monitors. A female doctor, dark-haired with stern hazel eyes, stepped forward, snapping on her gloves. "Get her vitals. Prep for immediate delivery." I stood beside Easter’s bed, invisible to all, helpless as her pain flooded through my senses like a raging river. Her soft moans turned to sharp, guttural cries that twisted my chest in agony. "Push, Miss Easter!" the doctor commanded. "Push now!" "I... I can’t... I c-can’t... it hurts so much..." she sobbed, clenching her teeth so hard I heard her molars grind. My heart twisted. I placed a hand over her belly, feeling the tremors ripple beneath her skin. The baby’s heartbeat thundered fast and uneven. I poured my power into her womb, wrapping the tiny life with the warmth of my energy, trying to soothe them both. But nothing changed. What in the world was happening? My powers weren’t doing anything! Easter let out another broken scream. My entire being screamed with her. "Come on, baby, please..." I whispered, my voice cracking though no one could hear it. A nurse frowned at the monitor. "Doctor, the baby isn’t moving down the birth canal. Heart rate is dropping fast." "Emergency C-section," the doctor ordered sharply. "Now!" My eyes darted to the scalpel tray. Relief swelled in my chest. They would save her. They had to. She would live. The baby would live. But then... "Scalpel," the doctor said, snatching the shining blade from the tray. She pressed it against Easter’s trembling stomach. The scalpel screeched like metal against diamond. The doctor jerked back, eyes wide. "What... what is this?" She tried again. Sparks flew as the scalpel met her skin. Easter cried out, her emerald eyes rolling back as her body convulsed with pain. "Nothing’s working!" the doctor gasped. "Try another blade!" A second doctor grabbed a different scalpel. The same result. The metal refused to pierce her skin, as if an invisible armour had formed around her womb. I felt cold terror slice through my spine. This wasn’t natural. This wasn’t normal. It was spiritual, woven into the very essence of her life force. I pressed both palms against her belly, pushing my power deeper, trying to unlock whatever curse held her captive. But my power just... fizzled out. Like water over dying coals. "No... no... please, please work..." I muttered desperately. "Please..." "Doctor, her blood pressure is dropping fast!" "Doctor, baby’s heart rate is almost gone!" "Prepare the defibrillator!" The room burst into chaos. I clenched my jaw, summoning my mind link. "Natalie." I felt her sleepy confusion across the link. "Jacob? What’s wrong? I was sleeping—" "It’s Easter. She’s dying. The baby... it’s trapped. They can’t cut her. I don’t understand what’s happening. My powers aren’t working. Please... please, Nat... help her. I’m begging you." The link went silent. Then, the sharp jolt of her fear reached me like a slap. "Hold on. I’m coming." A rush of wind swept through the room. Natalie materialised beside me, shimmering into view just for an instant before cloaking herself in invisibility. She wore pale blue pyjama shorts with tiny white wolves printed all over them and a tank top, her hair dishevelled from sleep, but her eyes burned with fierce determination. "Oh, Easter..." she whispered, her voice cracking as she pressed her glowing hands to Easter’s stomach. "Hold on, sweetheart." Her wolf Jasmine projected behind her as a faint white silhouette, baring its teeth and howling softly in the spirit realm. Natalie closed her eyes, channeling her healing. Bright silver light bloomed under her palms, illuminating the whole room with an ethereal glow. Easter’s breathing steadied for a moment. Her eyes opened weakly, glazed with tears and agony. But then the baby’s heartbeat faltered again. "No..." Natalie gasped, sweat beading on her forehead. "No... this... this has never happened before. Why isn’t it working?!" She poured more power, her shoulders trembling with strain. Jasmine howled louder in her mind that even I could hear, lending her every ounce of spiritual strength. But the baby didn’t move. Easter’s skin turned pale as death itself. I grabbed Natalie’s arm. "Why isn’t it working?! You’ve healed people torn in half. You’ve brought the dead back. Why not her?! What is this?!" Natalie shook her head, tears spilling down her cheeks. "I... I don’t know, Jacob. I don’t know..." The doctor tried again with another scalpel, but sparks flew from Easter’s stomach. "What... what is she?!" "Doctor, her pulse is crashing!" "Baby’s heart rate is gone!" Everything blurred. The bright lights. The beeping monitors. The doctors’ frantic shouts. The smell of blood and antiseptic. All of it warped into a whirlwind of agony. I felt my knees hit the floor beside her bed, my forehead pressed against the rail as silent sobs tore through my chest. I had sworn to protect her. To protect them. What kind of god was I, if I couldn’t even save the woman I loved and her baby? Love. The word throbbed in my mind, bittersweet and sharp like thorns against my heart. I looked at Natalie. Her lips trembled as tears streamed down her cheeks, dripping onto her tank top. She shook her head helplessly. "This is beyond me... it’s beyond both of us..." No. No. I would not lose them. With trembling hands, I reached into the spiritual plane and brushed against every consciousness in the room. Doctors, nurses, technicians. Their minds felt like warm flickering candles against my power. "Sleep." I wiped their memories clean of what they’d seen. Their eyes rolled back, and they slumped to the ground like fallen dolls. Natalie grabbed my wrist, her eyes wide. "Jacob... what are you doing?" I slipped an arm under Easter’s shoulders, another under her knees. Her head lolled against my chest, her curls brushing my jaw. Her scent flooded me with such sorrowful sweetness my eyes burned. "I’m taking her home," I whispered hoarsely. "Where she belongs." Outside the delivery room, Rose sat in a chair, sobbing into her tiny hands. Natalie scooped her up, kissing her forehead. "Shh, baby girl. We’re going to help Mommy. I promise." Jasmine’s spirit appeared fully behind Natalie, its massive white body wrapping around the little girl like a protective cocoon of fur and spirit light. With one deep, shuddering breath, I closed my eyes and let the mist consume us. The world dissolved in silvery tendrils, the hospital flickering away into nothingness. And then... we reappeared in my bedroom. Warm lamplight spilled over the rumpled sheets and dark wooden floorboards. The night air carried the sweet scent of cedar and rose. Easter lay limp in my arms, her skin ghost-pale against my dark shirt. Her tears stained my collar. "Jacob..." Natalie whispered, clutching Rose against her chest. Tears slipped down her cheeks as she looked at Easter’s unconscious face. "What are we going to do...?" I laid Easter gently on my bed, brushing her damp curls from her forehead. My fingers trembled as I stroked her cheek, feeling the last flickers of warmth drain from her skin. "We’re going to save her," I whispered, my voice breaking. "I don’t care what it takes. I don’t care what rules I have to break or who I have to fight. She is mine... she is ours... and I will not let the universe take her from me." I fell to my knees beside the bed, clutching her limp hand against my chest as tears blurred my sight. "Please... please... don’t leave me," I choked out, my tears falling onto her still fingers. "I can’t... I can’t lose you. I won’t." Rose crawled onto the bed, curling up against her mother’s side, her tiny hand clutching Easter’s gown. "Mommy... wake up... mommy, please wake up..." Natalie placed a trembling hand on my shoulder, her voice ragged with grief. "Jacob," she whispered softly, her voice trembling yet laced with quiet determination. She placed a gentle hand on my arm, her eyes glistening with tears but burning with resolve. "Let’s call Mom... and our brothers. We can’t do this alone. Whatever this is... we’ll find a way through it – together." But deep inside me, fear twisted like a knife, because for the first time in my immortal life... I felt powerless and completely useless.

Chapter 295: The Unbreakable Moment

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