Alethea

Like a deranged woman about to lose her mate, I rush out of the room, as my heart slams against my chest.

I can feel the guards' eyes on me, with confusion-probably wondering if I've finally lost my mind.

My mate is dying. Hanging on by a thread.

And they expect me to be calm?

Hell no.

Then I see him-Dr. Parker, walking towards me. Relief floods my chest as I sprint toward him, barely catching my breath.

"Are you okay?" he asks, his brows furrowed as he takes in my disheveled state.

"No, doctor! He's not okay!" I cry out, as my voice breaks with desperation. "He's burning...