Chapter 40

　　Derek's POV 　　Thinking back, Tabitha was always bundled up in thick down jackets, a far cry from her vanity of only wearing wool coats back in the day. 　　So she wasn't putting on an act. 　　She really was sick. 　　I wrapped her up tight, not letting a bit of wind sneak in. 　　Tabitha's cheeks were burning up, looking all pitiful yet cute. 　　What had she been through exactly? How come she got so weak? 　　Holding her, I realized she was way lighter than before. I couldn't help tightening my embrace. 　　Finally, the car arrived at the pack hospital. Kamp came over with the blood test report, saying, "Alpha Derek, I heard about what had happened from Alvin. Luna's critical. We gotta put her on a drip." 　　I held Tabitha the whole time, and she seemed delirious from fever, mumbling non-stop. 　　She instinctively covered her belly with one hand and reached out into the void with another. "Save me. Save our child," she exclaimed. 　　Her right hand still got the IV needle in, so I stopped her hand q