Olivia awoke when the heat became unbearable. She mumbled and tried to shove Connor away figuring it was him and his permanent 108 body temperature that was making her so hot. When he didn’t move she rolled over hoping to dislodge him that way. No luck. She sighed heavily. Boy was a pain in the ass. Yet it felt hotter than that. Maybe he was sick or something. Did werewolves even get sick? She cracked her eyes open slowly and saw fuzzy lines. Vertical lines that were perfectly spaced apart. She frowned. She didn’t remember Connor’s wallpaper being lined. She shifted around until she could reach a hand out to the lines but it didn’t even get into her field of vision. She sighed louder this time trying to let her dear mate know she was frustrated. “…said you gave her too much.
