Samantha Fitzgerald was sprawled on the couch, clutching her swollen belly, her face contorted in agony. "Ahhhh, the baby, something is wrong," she cried out, her voice trembling with fear and pain.
George Fitzgerald, her husband, rushed to her side, his eyes wide with concern. "Hold on, honey," he said soothingly, his hands shaking as he tried to comfort her. He reached for the car keys on the table, his mind racing with worry.
With trembling hands, George helped Samantha to her feet and guided her out of the house and towards their old pickup truck. The night air was cool and crisp, but Samantha's cries echoed through the quiet neighborhood, sending shivers down George's spine.
As they drove towards the hospital, Samantha's pain intensified, and George could see the fear in her eyes. He was terrified to see his wife in such pain. Suddenly, Samantha's body began to convulse, and George's heart thumped in his chest.
Her werewolves nose sprout and her claws grew as the baby kicked, her claws ripped the leather seats, and Samantha's growls filled the air. George's hands tightened on the steering wheel as he struggled to keep the truck on the road. "Hold on, we're almost there," he said, trying to encourage her.
The old pickup truck rumbled to a stop outside the weathered building of the Oracle Clinic. George Fitzgerald leaped out quickly, his heart was still beating fast with fear, as he hurried to the passenger side to help Samantha. "It's okay, hun. Everything will be fine." he tried to console her.
She was pale and sweating, holding her swollen belly, her face was contorted in agony.
"Help, Oracle, help!" George shouted, as panic seeped into his voice just as he lifted Samantha into his arms and rushed towards the clinic doors.
"Who's here?" he called out again.
The doors swung open, revealing a gray-haired black woman in her 50s, her eyes sharp and knowing. "What's the matter, George?" she asked, her voice calm and steady despite the urgency in the air.
"It's Samantha, something's wrong with the pregnancy," George blurted out, his words tumbling over each other in his haste. He felt a wave of relief wash over him as he stepped into the clinic, the scent of herbs and incense filling the air.
Samantha's cries echoed through the hallway as George carried her towards the examination room, his heart pounding in his chest. He laid her gently on the examination table, his hands trembling as he brushed a lock of hair from her forehead.
The Oracle approached, her eyes softening as she placed a hand on Samantha's shoulder. "It's going to be alright, Samantha. I'm here now," she said, her voice soothing and reassuring.
Samantha clutched the Oracle's hand tightly, her fingers trembling with fear. "Please, help me," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.
The Oracle nodded, her face filled with compassion as she began to examine Samantha. She murmured incantations under her breath, her hands moving with practiced precision as she sought out the source of Samantha's pain.
The Oracle's hands hovered over Samantha's swollen belly, her eyes taking on an otherworldly purple glow as she delved into the depths of the supernatural. A low growl rumbled in her throat, sending shivers down George's spine as he watched with bated breath.
Suddenly, the Oracle recoiled, her hands flying back as if burned by an unseen force. Samantha's eyes widened with fear as she reached out to the Oracle, her voice trembling with anxiety. "What's wrong, Oracle? What did you see? Is anything wrong with the baby?"
The Oracle's breath came in short gasps as she struggled to compose herself, her face etched with concern. "It's... it's twins," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of George's heart.
Samantha's hand flew to her mouth in shock, her mind reeling with disbelief. "Two?" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with emotion.
The Oracle nodded gravely, her eyes dark with foreboding. "Yes, two babies," she confirmed. "But it's not that simple. There's a war raging inside you, Samantha. Two worlds, two destinies, at odds with each other."
George felt a chill run down his spine as he listened to the Oracle's words, his mind struggling to grasp the enormity of what she was saying. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
The Oracle's gaze pierced through him, her eyes blazing with an otherworldly fire. "Each of these babies is destined for greatness, but only one can emerge victorious," she explained. "They are locked in a battle for supremacy, fighting to determine the fate of each others destiny."
Samantha's eyes filled with tears as she clutched George's hand tightly, her heart heavy with the weight of the prophecy. "What will become of them?" she whispered, her voice filled with fear.
The Oracle's expression softened slightly as she spoke. "One of them is goung to mate with the most powerful Alpha our pack has ever known and will rise to become the Great Luna of our pack, a beacon of hope and strength for our people," she said. "But the other... the other will be destined to serve, to bow before their sibling and follow their lead."
George's heart ached at the thought of his children being pitted against each other, their destinies hanging in the balance. "But will Samantha be alright?" he asked, his voice choked with emotion.
The Oracle nodded reassuringly, her eyes filled with compassion. "Yes, she will be fine," she said. "The war between the twins inside her will not harm her. She is strong, and she will emerge from this trial unscathed."
Relief washed over George as he pulled Samantha into his arms, holding her close as they absorbed the weight of the prophecy.
Samantha gasped as a sharp pain shot through her body, causing her to double over in agony. "What... it's not time yet," she gasped, her eyes wide with disbelief.
The Oracle's brow furrowed with concern as she hurried to Samantha's side, her years of experience guiding her actions. "Yes, but it seems the babies have other plans," she said, her voice calm despite the urgency of the situation.
Samantha's heart raced as she felt a gush of fluid between her legs, her mind reeling with shock. "No... no, it can't be," she murmured, her hands trembling with fear.
The Oracle gently guided Samantha onto the clinic bed, her hands moving with practiced precision as she prepared her for the delivery. She murmured ancient incantations under her breath, calling upon the spirits to guide and protect them in this moment of need.
Samantha's screams echoed through the room as the contractions intensified, her body wracked with pain. The Oracle's hands moved swiftly, her touch gentle yet firm as she assisted Samantha through the labor.
And then, finally, the moment they had been waiting for arrived. With a final push, Samantha felt a wave of relief wash over her as the first baby's head emerged into the world.
"We've got one coming now," the Oracle announced, her voice filled with anticipation.
Samantha's heart soared with joy as she caught a glimpse of her newborn child, tears streaming down her face. "It's a girl," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.
But then, to their shock and amazement, a hand tightly gripped on the first baby appeared.
The Oracle's eyes widened in astonishment as she realized what was happening. "My gods," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.
Samantha's mind reeled with disbelief as she watched the miraculous sight before her. Two babies, born at almost the same time.
With one final push, the second baby emerged, her tiny fingers still wrapped tightly around her sibling's leg. Samantha's heart swelled with love as she gazed upon her two daughters, their bond unbreakable from the moment they were born.
The Oracle's hands trembled as she reached out to cradle the newborns, her eyes shining with tears. "They are special, these two," she murmured, her voice filled with awe.
The Oracle's gaze softened as she watched Samantha and George "You guys thought of a name yet?" she asked gently, her voice filled with warmth.
Samantha exchanged a meaningful glance with George, her eyes shining with love and pride. "Victoria for the first?" she suggested, a smile playing at the corners of her lips.
George nodded, his heart overflowing with emotion. "Yes, Victoria," he agreed, his voice filled with conviction. "And for the second... Vera?"
Samantha's face lit up with delight as she nodded in agreement. "Vera," she repeated, her voice filled with tenderness. "I love it."
The Oracle smiled warmly, her eyes twinkling with approval. "Beautiful names," she said softly, her voice tinged with emotion. "They suit them perfectly."
But then, Samantha's expression turned serious as she turned to the Oracle, her brow furrowed with concern. "Hey, Oracle, the first one that came out... that means she won the battle, right?" she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.
The Oracle hesitated for a moment, her gaze thoughtful as she considered Samantha's question. "I... I guess so," she replied slowly, her voice uncertain, for one thing was clear Victoria will be treated preferably than Vera.