"IT'S OKAY, ALISON...we're trying to help you..." Grayson attempted to speak soothingly, but his tone was strained.
Gabriel was crouched at an angle where the blood could drip down into her mouth, but Alison was more substantial than he was. This left it up to Grayson to restrain her as much as he could. As her cries of pain grew louder and her struggles more frantic, and he realised this was a nearly impossible task.
Alison abruptly wrenched her head to the side, and Gabriel's grip loosened enough for her face to get free. Her mouth coated in blood, she hissed ferociously, face feral and nearly unrecognisable as she glared up at the Alpha. Whatever Killian had done to her, his blood was putting up a fight and contorting her world into one of delusion where they were the enemy.
