HAZEL’S POV

Nora was sitting on the chair beside the bed reading a magazine and Lauren stood in position by the door. Though I don’t think it’s to keep any threats from entering, it’s to keep me from leaving. I was lying in the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling and wondering what the hell was wrong with me. Werewolves didn’t get sick like humans, it took a lot more than a common cold to kill us off, so it’s not that. My body had just been turning on me lately for no ...