Pup

Riley is feeling dizzy. Her stomach is churning and threatening to bring its contents out. She is taking deep breaths to get a hold of herself.

"Riley? What happened?" Sophie asked with concern.

Riley gave her friend a weak smile. They are sitting at the dining table and Riley is trying hard not to puke. For some odd reason, the smell of eggs and Bacon are making her feel like gagging. She is nibbling on a dry toast for over ten minutes now, but she is not feeling like eating. She is tired and sleepy.

"I am feeling a little bit off" she shared with her best friend.

Sophie checked Riley's forehead to see if she is having a fever.

"You don't have a fever. Shall i go and call the pack doctor to check on you? It's better to get it checked" She asked worriedly.

Riley shook her head.

"No, I think this is the side effect of that Wolfsbane dart I used on David yesterday. I had to touch for a split second to hit my target. I am sure I will be fine by tomorrow. Carter has his hands ful