#Chapter 71: Black Eye

Amber’s POV “He was in some kind of a rage,” Chase said. “I didn’t even see the punch coming really. He moved so fast it was like a blur. One minute we were talking, and in the next I was on the ground with this.” He gestured toward his bruised up face. Reaching up, I did what I could to clean the broken parts of skin. I did have some ointment that helped treat bruises, though it was tucked away in a different room storage closet. Most werewolves didn’t suffer bruises or cuts for very long, as most of them had high healing factors. Chase, it seemed, was an exception, but that was all tied to his heart condition. “You have to watch out for those Alphas,” Chase said. “When they go off the handle, they really go off. And it hurt too. Still does.” “You are lucky you didn’t hit your head when you fell,” I said. “Yeah,” he said. “I would have been luckier if I didn’t meet Julian at all in that parking lot.” I considered his words as a growing darkness opened up in the pit of m