Alpha Deucalion P.O.V

　　I watched unable to move and as if I was about to take my last breath as my men rushed me to the health center.

　　"Everything is going to be okay," Madison kept saying as she held my hand.

　　Her hand was painted in my blood and she cried like a pup.

　　I didn't believe what she had said. I knew I wasn't. My wounds weren't healing and still, I had the bite marks on my hand that were still fresh.

　　I was placed on a ...