The next morning I woke up engulfed by heat. I was burning both from the outside and the inside. The sheets beneath me were drenched in sweat and I had already kicked off the covers on my body. Dylan’s arms were wrapped securely around me and with each passing moment, they seemed to add to my discomfort.
I tried to calm myself even as fear overtook me. Werewolves couldn’t fall sick so what was happening to me? I thought back to the wolf’s bane that I had inhaled over three days ago, wondering if it could cause such reactions after a while. It felt like what human novelists describe as a high fever but I knew it was impossible for me to have.
‘Deena, what’s happening to us?’ I tried to speak to my wolf but she was in a constant state of whining and purring and she wouldn’t reply. It mad
