(Hunter’s POV)
I woke up on the bathroom floor again. I couldn’t remember how I got here, but it wasn’t unlike every other morning this week. Along with the sickness and the tiredness, I also seemed to have lost all werewolf abilities. I had no werewolf hearing or strength and my healing was almost human slow. I had stumbled yesterday and gone flying into some furniture hard enough that it left a nasty black painful bruise all up my side. It should have healed within minutes, at the most hours. But even as I dragged myself up off the floor this morning, I am still wincing from the pain.
I lifted my t-shirt to check the progress in the bathroom mirror and hissed at the display of black and purple that still decorated my side. I heard my bedroom door so quickly pulled my t-shirt down just
