Alpha Zayne Steele

His eyes behold one creature hovering over a woman currently sitting on a chair leaning forward, trembling, as she desperately tries to stitch up a gaping wound on another creature presently sprawled on another chair sideways facing her. It made it easier for her to simply lean over and tend to his injury.

They were by a table, blood trickling down the side of the woman's face from a gash on her forehead, and her heart was racing a hundred miles per minute, fingers shaking as she tried her best under the circumstances to do the task before her.

These f**king creatures, the f**k? Well, I'll be...