Her Sickness
(From Demetrius's Perspective)
I could not believe Mother told her all about those things. Who knew what more that woman told her?
I kept it a secret from her, lest she should hate me. But now it was all over. She told me she loved me, yet I could not calm down.
I broke the hug and held her face with both of my hands. She looked very red as if she was breathless. Even her whole body was hot as if it was a fever.
The doctor said that nothing major was wrong with her. But she told me not to do it with her tonight, even if she woke up and that she would come to check up on her tomorrow morning. I could not even read her thoughts since she was wearing a silver accessory.
Silver was a dangerous weapon for werewolves and if the heart of a werewolf was pierced with a silver weapon, death was inevitable. And silver prevented all types of powers, even my mind reading did not work at the presence of silver.