#Chapter 89: Fangs and Fury

Lauren My breath came in sharp gasps, my chest rising and falling as I leaned against the cold brick wall of the alley. The distant wail of sirens still echoed through the city streets, but they weren’t close enough to matter—yet. We finally stopped running, ALexander and Liam huffing next to me. My hands trembled as I stared down at them, at the deep crimson staining my fingers, my nails, the spaces between them. Blood. Not mine. Not mine. I’ve never hurt… anyone. I was a doctor. A healer… and now. Was that man okay? Had I really… no he was breathing. But still… I squeezed my hands into fists, but that only made the wetness worse, made the reality sink in deeper. My heartbeat pounded in my ears, so loud it drowned out everything else. The night air was cold, but I felt feverish, my skin burning like something inside me was trying to claw its way out. “Lauren,” Alexander’s voice cut through the haze, sharp and angry. “What the hell was that?” I lifted my head slow