Taking Care (2)

Arren's mouth parted, looking at how Spade held his hand tightly, albeit with much difficulty. The alpha was already shivering; his hands and arms noticeably trembled slightly. 

He raised his haze and stared at Spade's face, his lips were also clenched tight, forcefully keeping them from shivering as well, and the way the alpha's eyelashes fluttered, revealed just how much he was in pain. 

He hurriedly tends to Spade, worriedly wrapping his arms around his alpha. "Spade, are you cold? What do you want me to do?" Arren lay beside the alpha while embracing him, focusing fully on Spade. 

In this position, he could really feel the way Spade's body shivered and the way he was breathing, ragged and heavy. The distress and worry he was feeling intensified. It was hard to see his alpha like this; he was also suffering with him.