Alex's POV
My leg bounces in impatience as James and I wait for the rest of the Autumn Falls Committee to get here.
'Where the fuck is everyone? Chloe could be kneeling over and they're just lazying around?!' Tobias is freaking out internally, pacing through my mind with his nerves frayed and to be completely honest I'm no better.
Werewolves don't get sick unless you come in contact with raw silver, you're half human, or an omega like our Luna. Therefore many of us have never even had the common cold, so just the concept of Chloe being sick is fucking up my head big time. I don't even know how to treat a cut! How the hell am I supposed to help treat an illness?
"Alex, I'm sure she's fine." James says, and I turn my head towards him with a scowl. "Don't give me that look, you forget Carramel gets sick on occasion."
