C146 Not a Lycan

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Ira wore a long face as the witch checked her vitals for the nth time this week.

“Tell them I am alright,” she moaned, desperate to get out of bed. “Tell them I'm fine already. It's been ten days.”

The witch wore a light look on her face as she turned to us, affirming what my mate had been trying to say since she woke up from her near-death experience