Ethan's POV
I'd spent the entire day in bed, sweating out a fever that had my wolf pacing restlessly under my skin.
Shifters didn't get sick often, but when we did, it hit twice as hard—heightened senses turned every sound into a hammer, every scent into an assault.
By evening, the pounding in my skull finally started to fade.
I sat up slowly, blinking in the darkness of my bedroom. The only sound was the faint ticking of the clock on the wall.
It made me feel unbearably alone.
I'd always gotten these headaches. For as long as I could remember. And every single time, Aria had been there.
"Feeling better? Should we go to the hospital? Here, eat something first, then take your medicine."
For a moment, I could swear I heard Aria's voice. Soft. Concerned.
I could a
