THOMAS’S POV
It started on a Saturday, when I usually sat at my desk, engrossed in the usual paperwork that filled my days. Suddenly, an unsettling sensation clawed its way up my throat, and before I could react, I coughed. Blood. The crimson droplets on the paper were an unwelcome surprise, and a nagging worry surfaced within me.
I thought maybe it was just a passing situation, but with the problem with the baby and Annabel, it slipped my mind. Now today here I was coughing blood in the doctor's office.
I looked at Annabel, who was holding our baby girl, Serena, she looked at me with concern etched on her face. The doctor continued with the tests, trying to decipher the mysterious ailment that seemed to defy the nature of werewolves.
"Thomas, what's happening?" Annabel's voice held a
