*~~Chapter Seventeen~~*

{~~Avery Sterling~~}

I was focused on just getting things done. I was on the couch, trying to make notes on my work for tomorrow. Although my hand hurts like a bitch, I knew Logan would be upset with me if I didn't get out of this funk.

I know I have a fever. My body hurts, it feels hot when I touch my own skin but I feel cold. I'm hungry but I can't force myself to move. I have to focus.

Logan wants me to make a list of the right diseases that young werewolves get affected by. So I've been working on that. It took me a while, but eventually I got things straightened out.

My eyes were begging to be slammed shut. They just wanted a break from the work, but I wanted to push past that. When the doorbell rang, I was hoping it was Logan.

I'd never met this man in my life. Ryan, I mean. He was tall, dark skinned, black locks, and sharp silver eyes that under a different light can blend into his whites like there were no separation.

He was kind, and I think that upset Logan. I tried to