Emma continued to 'see,' through Reine's eyes, how Ziva slowly started to break apart, bit by bit.

Ziva was full and ripe with Galen when Reine announced that she was also with cub.

Reine was thrilled beyond belief to be carrying Henry's baby. She 'saw' immediately that she was carrying a girl, and that her name would be Emma.

Emma, still unconscious after killing Ziva in real life, felt Reine's joy in carrying her before she had been born. She somehow knew she was experiencing all of her mother's memories while wounded badly from her gunshots, but she couldn't feel that pain here. Here, sharing her mother's memories, she only felt joy and love as Reine conveyed to her how much she had wanted and loved Emma from the very moment she'd known of her existence.

Ziva, though, was not happy at all.

Ziva had already lost a lot of herself when she was raped by some unknown mist-man shifter and left carrying Elam, but Reine hadn't known any of that when she and Ziva were both pregnant together.

Ziva also lost a bit more of what little sanity she had left once her clean start as an Alpha's wife had been dashed when Reine became Alpha instead of Thomas, and now Reine's cub would hold the prestigious spot in the pack that her and Thomas's cub, in her opinion, had been destined to have. All of that, plus pregnancy hormones again, so soon after carrying what she'd considered a 'Devil's spawn,' only sped up Ziva's crazy.

One day, Reine was coming back from an unsuccessful hunt, and had taken a moment in the bushes just off a well-used path to throw up.

Reine was still bent over, her first trimester hormones making her throw up daily, when Ziva stopped near her on the path.

"Morning sickness is a bitch, is it not?" Reine asked as she stood up, trying to use the moment to bond some with Ziva, her brother's mate.

"How the hell would you know? Your wolf blood protects you from most of it. I threw up way more often than you do." Ziva said, as Reine straightened up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Ziva, look. I'm not sure how it is that we've gotten off on the wrong foot, but you are my brother's forever mate. We are about the same age, newly mated, and both carrying our first cubs. Surely we can start over, become friends. If there was anything I did to make you dislike me, I do wish you would tell me. I'm sure I meant no harm."

"Our first cubs? Right. Our first cubs."

"Are you all right?"

"How did you manage to beat Thomas in the challenge?"

"I'm sorry?"

"It has never happened before, ever, in our history. You had to have had help. Did the mist-man come to you? Is it his child you carry? Or are you one of his children? That would explain everything, wouldn't it?"

"Ziva, what are you talking about? Are you feeling all right? Let me take you back to your den."

Reine reached out, taking Ziva's elbow and aiming her toward the pack.

In a quick flash of movement, Ziva pulled a knife out from some pocket of her skirts and managed to cut Reine across her forearm before Reine could react.

Ziva's knife was aimed at Reine's midsection, Ziva thrusting and stabbing the air in front of Reine. Ziva was off balance and bulky from being heavy with child herself, and trying to plunge the knife into Reine's stomach.

With a loud growl Reine shifted into her wolf form and threw herself at Ziva, knocking her down into the bushes, pinning her there with her wounded forepaw, and growling and snapping her jaws just millimeters from Ziva's face.

Her brother's pregnant mate or not, no one was allowed to treat Reine that way. If Ziva had been a wolf, Reine would have torn her throat to shreds, and no one, not even her brother, would have said anything about it.

But Ziva was human, and pregnant, and brand new to this pack. She'd also recently lost everyone she'd ever known, and was surging with hormones.

Reine decided she would spare Ziva's life, this time, but wanted to teach her a lesson so that Ziva learned exactly how her new pack's Alpha would be treated.

Reine shifted her weight, intending to claw Ziva and leave a scar she would carry with her forever as a reminder of Reine's generosity in letting her live.

As Reine moved to mark Ziva, something shifted deep down behind Ziva's eyes.

Reine thought she saw insanity there. Fear, rage and more than a touch of desperation rolled off of Ziva, filling Reine's snout with the sour stench of it a second before Ziva started to speak.

"Kill me, Reine. Kill me and this cub, or I will kill you! One way or another, only one of us can stay here. You would be doing me a favor, really."

Touching Ziva as she spoke so fiercely made Reine's 'sight' kick in.

Two possible outcomes flashed, as usual, through Reine's vision.

In the first, Reine saw Ziva coming after her again, scar notwithstanding. But this time, Ziva would go after her by attacking Emma instead. Emma was a young cub in Reine's vision, so young that she was no match for Ziva. Ziva killed Emma, in flashes so grotesque that even as just a possible future, it made Reine sick to watch.

She saw the pack not being entirely sure it was Ziva who did it, even though her scent was on Emma's body, because Ziva swore she was trying to protect Emma, not hurt her. But Reine knew differently. Reine saw herself going after Ziva then, ripping her throat out right in front of the entire pack in a murderous fit of grief and anger.

She saw doubt in Thomas's eyes at Ziva's guilt, and a wedge being driven between brother and sister. She saw Thomas fading to nothing, grieving his mate, and some of her pack doubting her actions as an emotional, protective new mother, tearing her pack apart from the inside.

The second possible outcome followed quickly on the heels of the first. She saw herself leaving this pack, with Henry and her unborn cub. She saw Emma being raised human, and even noticed that all of her visions down this road included Henry and Emma, but not herself. She wasn't shown when, or how, she'd die, but she didn't see herself in her cub's future.

But she did see Thomas being a good Alpha after she left, her pack staying intact even if angry, confused and unforgiving of her for leaving. She saw Ziva pulling herself somewhat together, once she'd left, and Emma eventually returning here, to find happiness and peace as an adult wolf with a family of her own.

She made her decision, standing there in the woods over Ziva. It wasn't even a tough decision, in her eyes.

Stay, and live to see her cub die, her pack divided, and her brother eaten by grief. Or go, and know her family would be safe, even if she herself wasn't a part of it.

In that instant, Reine chose her cub's life over her own.

She never told Thomas, or anyone else, why she left. Henry tried to get the information out of her, but she didn't have the heart to tell him that in one future he lost his child, and in this one he was destined to lose her. She just didn't have it in her.

She briefly thought of staying, and trying to change the future, but she knew she just couldn't gamble with her cub's life like that. She'd rather gamble with her own.