Chapter 85

"How are you feeling?" Branson straightens his specs and looks at me but then lowers his eyes on the floor. Something tells me he is not comfortable looking at me. He is usually a very shy person,that I get but not to the point that he can't even make eye contact. But why am I so concerned by his eye contact? And why the fuck is Sia so silent? Sia? Sia? I try calling in my wolf but nothing comes out. Weird. 

"Uh... yeah, I'm fine. How are you?" I ask and then remember that he asked me the question because I passed out. 

"I—I'm good." He says and fidgets with his fingers. Certainly nervous. Hmm. 

Tristian looks back at me and parts his lips to speak. "There are some people in the meeting room who want to meet you. I told them that you are in a fragile condition." 

I blink my eyes. "What people are in the meeting room?" 

He sighs. "The S