Raven's POV
I woke up feeling like my head had been stuffed with cotton and my throat was lined with sandpaper. Usually, werewolves are hardy creatures. We heal fast and rarely catch the common bugs that plague humans. But as an Omega, my body was always a bit more fragile. The previous night’s antics in the rain had finally caught up with me.
I groaned and pulled the duvet tighter around my shoulders. I didn't feel like moving, let alone getting out of bed. I just wanted to sink into the mattress and disappear.
A soft knock sounded at the door. "Enter," I croaked.
The door swung open and Darian stepped in. He was already dressed for the day in a crisp, charcoal-grey shirt that made his amber eyes pop. He stopped at the foot of my bed, frowning. "It’s already eight in the morning, Rav
