Thirty-Three

When I entered Adonis' room, the lighting was dim and barely revealed his sleeping figure.

Despite his powerful Lycan nature, he looked subdued, as if he had been knocked out by strong medications.

My mind was filled with confusion. How could someone so powerful as Adonis fall ill? His blood was stronger than most werewolves', and he should be more resistant to illnesses and diseases than we are.

Fred's gaze bore into me as if reading my thoughts. His smile, though gentle, seemed forced.

"Don't worry about him," he assured me. "It's just stress. I'm sure when he wakes up, he'll feel a lot better."

"What's causing him stress?" He seemed fine the last time I saw him."

Fred ran a hand through his hair, looking uncomfortable as hell. This aroused my curiosity, and I wondered what he was hiding.

But who was I to judge him when I was drowning in lies and secrets myself? From his body language, I assumed he was doing the same thing- hiding the truth.

The air was heavy with silence, which w