As weeks went by, we watched our baby develop and found out we were having a girl. Hunter and I were ecstatic, preparing the nursery and getting ready to welcome our baby into the world. We are about twenty three weeks along now and have agreed on a name. Skylar.

That night I lay in bed happily dreaming about the day I could meet our baby girl. Just then my happy world faded away, away into the fog. I'm now standing alone in an empty field. Then from the fog I see her. It's Amber, she is back. She now looks more decrepit then before. Less fur remained and her ribcage was exposed. She was now little more than a festering corpse. When she spoke it sounded dark, as if she was speaking in slow motion and with an eerie echo. "Sorry to spoil the fun but I've come for what I swore to claim. Skylar is coming with me."

I try to move but my legs won't listen. I begin to panic as I remember how our last encounter ended with me gasping for air and I begin to fear, not just for me, but for Skylar. My baby was in danger. I desperately try to will my legs to move but to no avail. Amber crept closer and closer till she is almost on top of me. She then pushes me down and places for decaying claw onto my stomach while I thrashed and kicked. Then her claws tore through my skin, carving deep into my stomach. Suddenly I felt a surge of strength as my adrenaline goes of the charts and I reach up and pull her bottom jaw off with a sickening "Snap".

And just like that I snap up from the bed in excruciating pain and when I look down my stomach and sheets are covered in blood. "Hunter! Hunter!" I scream.

When he look over and sees the blood he freaks out and carries me to the hospital, skipping steps on the way down.

At the hospital Jessica slides the wand over my stomach and the heart rate was erratic. Her claw marks were gone.

"What wrong with her?" Hunter's voice is frantic.

"I don't know, something has the baby under severe distress."

"It's Amber, I had another dream about her. She said she came for Skylar!" I was histarc, my own heart rate was skyrocketing.

"Roxie, you need to calm down. You're making the situation worse." Jessica tries to soothe me. "We need to rush you in for a C-section. It's the only chance at saving Skylar."

"But I'm only at ... twenty three weeks...... It's too early." I say through heaving breaths.

"It's her only chance."

Without further discussion I'm wheeled down the hall and into an operating room.

I man speaks calmly. "You need to slow your breathing and take a nice, long, deep breath and count back from ten.

10.....9........8............7.................... Darkness.

_____________Hunter's P.O.V.___________

I pace back and forth outside the OR, running my fingers through my hair. I'm praying that Roxie and Skylar are alright. Just then my mother, father, brother, and sister as well as their respective mates come walking in.

"Is she alright?!" Lilac's voice echoes through the hall, her own baby kicking up a storm. She's due any day.

"I have no clue what's going on. She had a dream a while back that Amber cursed her and tonight she woke up screaming about how she came back for our daughter."

Finally, Jessica swung the door open. "Skylar is on her way to the NICU and Roxie is in recovery."

______________Roxie P.O.V._____________

When I wake up my stomach hurts, like a searing, burning pain and Hunter is holding my hand. "Skylar? Where is she?"

"Shh, she's alright. She's in the NICU." He brushes strands of hair out of my face.

"I want to see her, I need to see her."

"You will, right now you are in recovery and won't be going anywhere for at least two days."

When the day finally came I was ecstatic and scared. I'm wheeled down into the NICU and I see a small, pinkish- red baby barley visable through all the wires and tubes coming and going from her little body. A small heart monitor tracks her heart as well as her breathing. I felt tears run down my face as I saw my daughter like that. No one should ever see their child like this.

"You can touch her." One of the nurses said as she opened a small round window for me. I gently slide my hand through and brush the back of her little hand. She weakly grabs hold of my pointer finger and it dawns on me. Her hands were so small that my ring could fit her as a bracelet.

"She'll survive. She's a fighter just like you." Hunter's hand wraps around mine and Skylar's.

As days and weeks go by she grows stronger, gaining weight like she should and we were finally able to hold her for the first time. She is still small and has tubes still attached. Our Skylar has left us on a rollercoaster of emotions but she is strong.