Although Jason got the latest breaking news from the Pack members, but he spent all night tossing and turning in the bed.
His arm was healed quite miraculously, he was certain that it was due to the fresh blood that he drank, probably for the first time in one century.
“I can’t sleep.”
He tossed the cover aside and came out, jolt of energy surging in his veins made him restless. Roaming in the empty streets, he reached the training ground.
“Why isn’t he sleeping?”
He saw Mathew practicing in the ground alone, his hard chiseled muscles were drenched in sweat. Jason hid behind a tree and peeped at him, a wave of sympathy washed over him.
“Mathew is really a hardworking guy. He is twenty-two and still, he is handling a Pack on his own. Commendable!”
He admired the view for a length of
