Sylvester's Point Of View
'Ugh... What the hell is happening to me?'
I was trying to sleep, but my body was incredibly restless. I didn't understand why that was the case at all. Even though today was the most hectic day that we'd had in quite a while, ever since the strange happenings had started within our Duhtchies. I wasn't exactly too concerned about the upcoming confrontation coming for us.
I was concerned for the safety of my mate and the kids, to be sure. However, it didn't matter because I was thoroughly excited to eliminate all those who threatened their safety, no matter what.
*Knock...Knock...Knock...*
"Whaaat?!" I groaned, as I turned over to face my door.
"Something is wrong... Am I the only one feeling this shit?" Bellamy asked, walking into my room.
"No, my body is fuckin restless as hell... But Tristan isn't in any danger, from what I can tell... So I don't understand what the hell it means..." I replied, looking him over.
