I knew something was wrong but I couldn't put my finger on it. I sat in the middle of my office, looking through family records. I knew my mother wasn't 't fully human...she was half werewolf. It would make sense as to why I started feeling sick. A painful tremor shot down my back and I bit back a hiss. My eyes looked up from the papers as I heard my husband's heavy footsteps coming down the hall. I dashed around the room, putting away the books and papers and taking out a book called Asylum. I had just started reading when Michael opened the door.

Hello, love.

I smiled and closed the book as he walked over and pressed his lips to mine.