Alpha Ren
When I pull the strands away, I quickly wash off the wound with a washcloth.
I only get the smallest window to look at the bite before it is shrouded in blood again. It’s just broken skin and torn tissue. How could that make a mark?
Suddenly, Ren appears behind me again, except it’s not him, but Chase. That icy blue eye proves it. I whirl around, to look at him and his concerned expression.
And then I collapse into his arms.