Rowena
Yawning, I rubbed my eyes and shook my head as if that would somehow dispel the exhaustion that had settled in my bones. My room was lit solely by the small lamp on my desk and the early morning sunlight seeping in beneath my curtains. It was early—but I hadn’t slept all night.
How could I sleep? How could I give myself that time to relax when Eric was currently locked up in quarantine, his condition worsening by the day?
With a stretch, I resumed reading the textbook laid out in front of me. The words had begun to swim on the page, but I didn’t care. I needed to focus on finding a cure for Eric. For everyone with the Wolf’s Fury virus.
And I was determined to do just that; after all, I had made a vow when I saw him being dragged away from me by the men in hazmat suits.
I turne
