The healing chamber remained silent.
Simon had survived the night.
Barely.
His breathing was shallow, his wolf weakened by the silver that had pierced him.
Rogan stood beside his son's bed.
He had not slept.
Had not eaten.
Had barely moved.
His eyes remained fixed on Simon's pale face.
Jarek stood several steps behind him.
The sight of his best friend lying motionless had stripped away the confidence he usually carried so effortlessly.
He had wanted to prove himself.
He had wanted to show his father that he was ready to become Alpha.
Instead...
Simon had nearly died.
Jarek lowered his head.
For the first time, the title of future Alpha felt less like a crown...
And more like a burden.
Rogan suddenly turned.
His eyes met Jarek's.
Neither spoke.
There was no accusation.
