VALERIE
The next morning, I woke up with a splitting headache. I remained on my bed throughout breakfast, and eventually it was Evans who came to check up on me.
I was happy when I saw him walk in as I really needed someone to talk to. In a matter of minutes, my temperature had shot up rapidly. My forehead was burning hot and my mouth tasted bitter.
"You've been stressed out lately," Evans said. "You need to relax."
I knew he was right, but how did he expect me to relax with everything that had been going on lately? First, the threats. Then the death and accusations, and finally, the discovery that the Silver Fangs Pack had tried to set me up. The weight of everything was beginning to take effect on me.
"Water," I muttered. "Get me some water."
He nodded and went to get water whi
