*MICEALA*

*Trouble*

My eyes widened as she crashed to the ground, making a loud sound.

“Priscilla! Priscilla, are you okay?” Alpha Barrett shouted, panicked.

Without warning, he flew up from his seat to where she lay on the floor.

He held her in his hands as she writhed in pain, I bent over her too, wondering what the matter could be.

She was okay a few minutes ago, what could have gone wrong?

“Is she sick? I wondered.

“What is it, babe? Is it the food?”Barrett asked ...