A couple of days had passed since the incident in the training hall. Paige had just begun to stir from their bed when a sudden wave of nausea came over her.
She bolted upright, grabbing her mouth and instantly ran for the bathroom, dry heaving a few times, spilling nothing but bile into the toilet.
Lucian had left early that morning while Paige was sleeping.
Her brows knitted together.
Did I have another nightmare?
No, she would have remembered that. They were always fresh in her memory afterward.
Then why…
Paige didn’t get sick. Her werewolf blood was good for something, at least… or whatever I am. She thought.
No, it had to have been a nightmare… one that she apparently didn’t even remember. For that she could consider herself lucky.
Shrugging it off, she stripped her night
