“Is it normal for humans to be so sick?” he whispered, his fingers running up and down my back.
“After a hit to the head? I think so,” I said, trying to make him feel better, but the truth was, I had no idea.
I had never really been sick. A bit of a cold every now and then but nothing serious.
Not like the other humans. Mom had said it was the winter born in me protecting me from the bugs, but it wasn’t protecting me from this one.
The shadows were quiet too, like they didn’t know how to help either. They stayed calm in me, always soothing, always trying to fight the fever that had crept back up overnight.
And the link was weaker, like something was obstructing it. It felt like there was a block in it, but I had no idea what could cause that, and the wolves still weren’t agreeing on w
