Anonymous POV
As Kieran woke and looked over to see Jordan sleeping peacefully, he got up, dressed, and suddenly felt a wave of sickness hit him. His head spun, and he could barely stand for long before the nausea surged. A sour burn rose in his throat, and he barely made it to the bathroom before he was vomiting violently.
Jordan must have heard him because she quickly slipped on his shirt and hurried in, rubbing his back.
“What’s going on?” she asked.
“I don’t know… I just felt really nauseous,” he managed between heaves.
“You didn’t drink or anything, did you?” she asked.
“No… and I don’t vomit when I drink.”
Another wave hit, and he groaned, clutching the toilet. Jordan frowned.
“Wolves don’t get sick, especially royal ones, unless they’re hundreds of years old, and you’re def
