***Rose POV***
Lifting my hand to wipe something wet on my forehead, I finally took stock of my body. The dull aching I had felt in my sleep still pulsed through me with every beat of my heart. I also felt cold and I was shaking slightly. With great effort, my hand finally reached my face and came away clammy with sweat. A fever was the only explanation for this.
‘Is it normal for infection to set in so quickly after someone like you, you know, bites a human?’ My logic suggested infection from the bite wound was the cause of my fever, but my whirling imagination had other ideas.
‘Oh God, I’m turning into werewolf, aren’t I?’ I asked in panic.
‘We aren’t werewolves, Rose. We are wolf-shifters, and we are born, not made.’
Black’s face seemed reserved and calculating. He was watchin
