Just two days after Greta proposed her theories about jolting August out of her coma with a mating bite, Graeme was standing on his deck, staring vacantly out into the woods. When he returned to August's side, he noticed her skin was flushed and beads of sweat had appeared on her forehead. Her expression looked pained, and she was whimpering. He took her temperature. It was 107.
After a quick phone call to his sister, Greta appeared.
She took note of August's dangerously high heart rate and checked her temperature again. It was now 107.5. Graeme started pacing waiting for Greta's direction. He could feel the heat radiating off of August from where he was, and she was breathing hard.
