I'm Sorry

Luke's POV

The night air hung heavy with tension as Tyler's condition worsened. The once boisterous alpha now lay weakened, burning up with fever and lost in a hallucinatory haze. I couldn't help but feel a gnawing sense of helplessness, the weight of the situation pressing down on us.

"Tyler," I called out, trying to keep my voice steady despite the rising anxiety. "How are you holding up?"

He mustered a weak smirk, the usual arrogance still present even in his deteriorating state. "Oh, you know, just enjoying the scenic route to an early grave. It's a hell of a ride."

I sighed, a mixture of frustration and concern. "Tyler, this is serious. We need to find that antidote before it's too late."

He chuckled, though it sounded more like a strained wheeze. "Always the optimistic one, ……