Cyra
I can’t believe Yorick killed that guy. If I wasn’t in such horrible pain, I would probably care more. But it’s all I can do to not scream in agony as Yorick rushes me to the infirmary.
“I’ve got an emergency!” he yells as he rushes us through the doors.
A doctor runs up, takes one look at my knee and tells Yorick to follow her. She takes me straight to an x-ray room where Yorick gently lays me on the table.
“Alpha, I need you to step out of the room,” the doctor says.
“I’ll be right back,” he says and rushes out.
“What’s your name, Alpha?” the doctor asks.
“Cyra. Cyra Teymoori.”
“Alpha Cyra, I’m Dr. Johnston. I’m going to get an x-ray of your knee and see how bad it is,” she says. “Stay still for me. I know it hurts.”
She steps out of the room, and I hear a mechanical hummin
