#Chapter 212: Help is on the Way

Arthur’s Pov My chest is on fire. The hole in it has split open at some point during that pathetic fight with that weak gamma. The nerve. He thought he could take down his alpha? The thought of it would make me laugh if it didn’t mean chest would move. I notice Almara peaking at me, giving me a sideways glance, and I know it’s from a place of concern so I try my best not to give her any reason to worry. When she isn’t looking at me, I’m peering down at my chest making sure no fresh blood is seeping through my clothes. Up until an hour ago, there wasn’t any. We’ve walked well into the night and when we finally decide to rest and set up camp, I try not to let it show how weary I feel. Only when I think about Grace am I revitalized and ready to keep moving, mentally at least. Physically, I’ve ignored my body’s whispers for so long that now my body is screaming at me to stop. Everything aches. I know the nurses extracted all the poison from my body, at least the majority of it that