~Sabrina~
Five days of hell.
Five days of intense torture and pain that werewolf healing abilities can do nothing about, but only leave me to be at the mercies of fate and nature just because I was female.
"A cup of ginger tea for our sick princess before her boyfriend comes to check up on her." Christine said as she held out the tea, which was one of the many liquids she has been feeding me with for the past five days since my volcanic period cramps forced me on my knees and eventually on bed rest.
"Thank you." I said while groaning in pain and trying to laugh at the same time as I sat up. "You're such a funny one."
It was also good to have her each time I came here. A familiar face was very much helpful. "And I'm going to say it for the umpteenth time, perhaps until it sticks. He
