That was the first time in Lethia's life she ever heard of a lycan collapsing from a fever and needing an ambulance. No, even for an ordinary werewolf, she'd rarely heard of one needing emergency care just from a night of fever. Was there some strange virus spreading in Ashenhold?
"What?" Lethia asked in disbelief. "Where is he?"
But even in her confusion, unsure of what to do, worry clawed into her chest, and her pulse quickened.
She broke into a small run toward Renar's bedroom, only to find the bed empty.
"Master sleep in your room, Miss," Muffy explained behind her.
"Tch, why didn't you say that earlier?"
Muffy and Tuffy exchanged glances while Muffy followed Lethia into her room.
Lethia clenched her fists as she walked slowly toward the bed where Renar lay.
His eyes were shut in a deep frown, sweat trickling down his temple, soaking his hair.
"Renar…" She shook his arm and could feel his skin burning, but he only let out a low growl and furrowed deeper into pain.
