SOLANA
Confused and horrified, I stumbled down the hallway, my vision blurring in and out of focus until I stepped out of the building. Only then did the symptoms ease.
"What the hell was that?" I gasped, panting.
"Lana?"
I looked up at the sound of Tara's voice, relieved. She hurried over to me, steadying me when I swayed.
"Your husband asked me to go to you. I guess the mate bond spider senses really works. Are you hurting anywhere?" she said, rubbing my back.
"I just...I just need to lie down," I croaked.
A little while later, I was curled up on the bed with my eyes closed. Tara patted my back gently, her warmth soothing. I had brushed my teeth to get rid of the disgusting taste in my mouth, but I still felt unsettled.
"Werewolves don't get sick, Lana. What if you're...pregnant?
