I woke up in my room, the pain in my leg instantly reminding me of the brutal attack in the woods.
My dislocated leg was still healing, and as I tried to sit up, the soreness throughout my body made it clear that recovery would take time.
I was alone, and while part of me was grateful to be alive, another part of me couldn’t forget how close I had come to death.
Those wolves weren’t just Betas; they were Alpha breeds like me, but stronger. Alpha Adam had many enemies, and I had nearly paid the price for his conflicts with my life.
I laid still in bed, letting the weight of everything settle in. A few Kappas came to check on me, their concern a reminder that at least some people cared. It took two days for my wounds to heal, but throughout that time, Alpha Adam never once came to see
