Rollo wakes up with aches and pains. He feels weak and lethargic with a pounding headache. This is not like him; he never gets sick. Werewolves don't get sick, so what the hell is going on? He tries to get up from his bed, but his legs are so weak he needs to sit back on the bed. After they left the meeting last night, they were looking for Violet for hours. They got home when the sun came up and went to bed not long after that. But this morning it feels as if a train ran over him. He calls out to Penelope for help.
"Morning Rollo, did you sleep well.... What is wrong with you? You look terrible!" Penelope looks at him in shock.
"I.... I don't know, I feel awful." He coughs the words out and his voice sounds raspy. "My shoulder is burning like a wildfire; it is the shoulder where Dameo
