S*X WITH A WEREWOLF
Jim and his wolf hadn't slept in days. He had been bugging Jim to go out on a run, but he couldn't bear to leave Cassie's side. She had six seizures in three days. Something wasn't right, any regular human would have died from an Alpha's or, in this case, a soon-to-be Alpha's bite.
What the fuck was Mitch thinking biting her like that? Jim asked himself.
“Alpha, you have to eat something,” Kristoff took Jim's shoulder and pleaded with him to get some food.