"Damit!"
He'd passed out again, this time on the bathroom floor. His head throbbed. As he sat up, he realized why. He'd whacked it on the corner of the counter. There was a crack in the tile that hadn't been there before.
The picture he carried everywhere was on the floor just out of reach of his fingers.
This time, the vision had been of her upchucking her breakfast and lying in bed with a fever. He'd seen Hayley standing over her with a thermometer and mouthing the word "flu." The wolf in his head whimpered, sympathizing with her.
Crawling for the toilet, he barely made it in time. What he had to throw up, he didn't know. He had barely eaten in the last week and knew he was losing weight rapidly. At first, he'd been determined not to miss her, certain that he'd been right in his deci
