The breeze blew steadily through the window and caused the room to be quite chilly. I shivered in reaction. Staring, do you? I could goose pimples all over my body.
I groaned and ran a hand over my hair. I hated being sick. The feeling of inadequacy and less strength scared the hell out of me. How would I control and command the pack if I lay confined in a room? On a bed.
With all my strength, I managed to sit up. My breathing was ragged as I tried to steady myself.
I sat on the edge of the bed, my head in my hands.
I could feel my skin burning like fire was licking at my insides.
Every muscle ached like I had gone ten rounds in a fight I didn’t remember. Even the thought of laying back on the bed. The strength to do that. It hurt so much.
A layer of sweat slicked my skin, my brea
