#Chapter 87 – First Aid

Alyson My body is trembling, burns gashing over my face and down my neck, the feeling oddly familiar from the scar I once bore as Alissa Clark. I try to force the memories aside, the acid on my skin tingling like a million little pin pricks poking at me simultaneously. Alpha Olivera is running, pressing my body to his chest, forcing his way through onlooking rogues as he runs down lengthy, winding halls. "Get out of my damn way!" He barks, forcing me to flinch, my throat catching a breath and causing a grating cough. "Easy, blood pet, just relax," Olivera hums, as though trying to be snarky and yet, I hear the lap of concern in his voice. I wait for him to stop running and set me down before I open my eyes up, seeing a bright white light shift overhead, hands working at my throat and my jaw, the fingertips soft and unfamiliar. Olivera is standing opposite of this rogue, his glare pointed and critical of his every poke and prod around my bu