Chapter 87
Aaliyah
I gasped, staring at the doctor lying unconscious on the ground. Tristan left the room, and after some time, he returned with Tyler. Tyler carefully carried the doctor outside the room, and I turned to Tristan.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, coming closer.
"Angry for some odd reason," I said.
"You're angry at me?"
"No, not at you," I shook my head. "I think it's the hormones. I haven't been alright since this morning. My senses are heightened. I can hear sounds and voices that my wolf is supposed to block."
"How about we go for a ride?" he suggested. "Let me take you somewhere."
My eyes widened. "What if someone sees me?"
"We're not going into the city," he said. "We'll just take a ride around."
"Okay then," I agreed and stood up from the couch. When I looked down at my gown, it had a bloodstain.
As Tristan led me toward the garage, he placed a hand around my waist.
