The heavy scent that once filled the room—thick, overwhelming, almost suffocating—started to thin out. It didn’t disappear all at once, but it faded little by little, like a storm finally losing its strength after raging for too long.
Shiloh lay on the narrow bed, his chest rising and falling in a steadier rhythm now. The tension in his body had lessened, though exhaustion clung to him like a weight he couldn’t shake off. His fingers, which had been tightly gripping the sheets earlier, finally loosened.
The heat was subsiding.
Not completely gone—but no longer consuming him.
The Beta doctor checked his pulse again, then his temperature, his expression calm and focused behind the mask.
"You’re stabilizing," he said. "The medication helped suppress the peak of your heat. It should conti
