Though I don't understand what risk he was talking about. I perfectly understand one thing, I am not yet dead. And, I need someone to pour my annoyance upon, just like they poured water on me to bring me back to life. Theo Griffith was the perfect scapegoat. I glared at him and snarled. “Why did you bring me back? You should have left me to die!” I said and threw myself at him.
I glared at Theo, and got to my feet, my anger and frustration boiling over. But as I tried to take a step closer to him, a sudden wave of dizziness washed over me, forcing me to grab onto the nearest chair to steady myself. I felt like I was going to pass out.
"Please, Akira," Theo said, his voice softening. "You need to rest. Your body can't take this kind of stress."
But I shook my head, trying to clear the fog. I couldn't give up now, not when I had so much to say to my brother, to the pack. I had to keep going, no matter what.
As I stood there, a fit of coughing seized me, wracking my body with violent spasms. I felt a surge of panic as blood speckled my lips. Theo rushed to my side, his face etched with concern.
"Akira, stop pushing yourself," he begged. "You're only making things worse."