“What can we do?” Brax asked as I curled further into my blankets.

My eyes were sore and scratchy, my head pounding as my blocked nose made me sound like I was breathing through a mask.

“Nothing, I’m fine. It’s just a cold. Humans get those.”

I sighed, closing my eyes, trying to sleep off the stupid sickness I had been blessed with thanks to the stupid Summit meeting.

Wolves didn’t get colds, but I was human, and my alphas were a little out of their depth when it came to comforting me.

They had no idea how to do it, getting on my nerves with their incessant worrying, but...