Caden’s POV
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On the first day, he slept.
Not by choice. His body simply stopped and refused to start again and there was nothing Caden could do about it because the Thyrix had taken something from him that sleep was the only thing that could begin to return.
On the second day, he tried to get up.
Marta put him back. Not gently.
“You’ll tear it open,” she said, in the voice she used when she had already decided and was simply informing him of the fact. She pressed her palm flat to his chest and pushed and he went down because his body was still a traitor and he hated everything about this moment.
“I’m fine,” he said.
“You’re not fine.”
“Marta…”
“The wound is still closing.” She didn’t move her hand. “Two more days, Alpha.”
“I don’t have two more days.”
“You don’t have a choic
