#Chapter 75 – Wrong Place, Wrong Time

Alyson It's hard the breathe with the feeling of molten fire dripping down my throat and swirling through my lower abdomen. When I breathe, I feel my lungs dissipate with pressure, only to fill with a mouthful of fire again before letting the pressure resist back just for a moment. My muscles are all tensing at once, my poor wolf whining and damn near howling in my head. I aim to scream, nothing but an exasperated gargle leaving the last reminisce of my lips. Ryan is busy needing to calm me down but I can't help the sight of his eyes in this moment. His wolf is trying to break free, to help his mate in heat, and the irises of Ryan's once beautiful cyan eyes is now red as the blood in my nightmares. His hand finds my waist, so tense and knotted up. My muscles are rough and strained. It's not possible to think of a solution other than the one thing guaranteed to fix this agonizing pain. We both know it's the only option, but in this field, right now, it doesn't seem like a ver