Zach
I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the floor, trying to steady my breath. My ribs still ached from the fight with the rogues, but the pain was mild now. Compared to before, it was just a faint throbbing now.
The adrenaline that had kept me going earlier was gone, leaving behind an exhaustion that seemed to seep into my bones. I felt like my joints were frozen.
Jack stood by the window, his arms crossed over his chest, looking out at the thick woods that surrounded the pack house. The fading sunlight cast long shadows across his face, but I could see the tension etched on it, like markings carved into it by some wood fairy.
“You know what this means, right?” he finally spoke, his voice low but firm.
I didn’t look up right away. I already knew what he was going to say, and I
