Something was wrong.
Graeme was driving on his way back to Maine, and he was making good time. But shortly before he got the call from Finn, he started to feel worse.
It was possible that the lack of sleep and poor food was inhibiting his healing, but that had never happened before. He was lycan. He was a lycan Alpha, for Goddess's sake, he should heal fine.
But the breathing that had been gradually getting better became shallow again, and he coughed up blood into a napkin from the Ripon coffee shop twice. He was still so far from home.
After he felt the relief of hearing from Finn and knowing that his mate was okay, albeit healing from a freak bear attack, Graeme decided to pull of to the side of the road and check his injury. This was a low-trafficked two lane road, so he didn't bother to hide himself further before pulling off his shirt and trying to inspect the wound.
