"I'll keep that in mind. But what exactly is causing her to be ill?" Derek asks impatiently. He came with food in his hands. He laid it down to the table beside me and sat on the bed.
"I'm not sick," I said firmly.
"Alpha," The witch interrupts again, "About your question. It seems that something is causing her to be ill. May I ask what happened for her to be covered in blood?"
Was I covered in blood? As I looked down at my clothes, I realized that I was no longer wearing Derek's clothes. Instead, I was suddenly wearing clean and comfortable clothes in bed.
Wait. Who changed my clothes?
"How did you know that?" Derek growls in a threatening manner. When he tried approaching her, she abruptly stopped him by raising her palm.
"Alpha, appease your anger. I saw the blood dirtied clothes in the bathroom. I'm only asking since I need to know other factors that may have affected her current state."