Six long weeks since that fateful night.
To my dismay, I am still alive.
I haven't seen Kaden nor Kol since I gave them the soul destroying news.
I go to work, do my job, return home and huddle up on the sofa until I fall into abyss.
Sleep is my only friend. It blocks out the pain.
Why can't the wolf spirits let me die?
Today, it's just another boring day. I arrive at work to start dealing with meetings and clients, making calls and typing up letters like always.
I sip on a strong black coffee while typing an email reply, when my stomach churns.
Eurgh!
I leap up from my seat, sprinting full pelt to the ladies bathroom, throwing myself at the toilet. I vomit violently, so bad that my eyes stream with pain.
That's how the rest of the day continues; working and throwing up.
I have no idea what's going on.
Wolves don't get sick!
We have an unusually high immune system, so no human bugs or viruses effect us.
What could it be?
Hmm...