The Alpha on the Canvas

POV Cleo

I drag myself up from the cold floor of the empty hallway, my legs still trembling beneath me. My mind is a chaotic nervous wreck, spinning out of control. I press my palms flat against my burning cheeks, trying desperately to steady my erratic breathing, but the stale air in my lungs feels thin and useless. The lingering, potent scent of crushed pine needles and sharp, cool mint from Do