Leah's POV
I pushed the door of the room, breathing heavily from running a few paces.
My eyes caught sight of Gerald. "Gerald…"
He was sweating profusely, and his teeth were turning into fangs. He was transforming to take his wolf form, but it wasn't normal. He was in pain. The sweat from his body had soaked his shirt, and veins were popping out from his forehead.
"Gerald…" I dismissed the report I wanted to tell him.
I touched his forehead, but his head bent low, his arms crossing his chest in the form of a shield from the heavy cold.
"You are not okay…"
The next instant, he was shaking, and his teeth that were already turning into fangs joined in rhythm with his body.
