Alethea

Everything inside me stops functioning the moment I see Asher.

He's been stabbed-multiple times. One deep wound in his chest and another near his ribs, both bleeding heavily.

The dark red liquid seeps out in alarming amounts, staining his clothes and pooling onto the floor. His breathing is shallow.

Then, his body gives out.

He slumps forward, and before he can hit the ground completely, I catch him, my arms barely strong enough to hold him up.

"Somebody help!" I scream, my voice breaking with sheer panic. "Get the pack doctors! Get the healer! The Alpha has been stabbed!"

My cries echo through the hallway, as it bounces off...