Chapter 42
Sora's POV
I don't remember which day it started.
It wasn't one morning where I woke up and let go. It wasn't one sentence that broke through. It was the things piling on, one after another, pressing down until at some point I noticed I didn't have the strength to think about the Packhouse anymore.
I saw an Alpha.
He came in with all four limbs intact. He could speak. He even cracked jokes. Alphas have the strongest healing instinct. Everyone thought he'd make it through. While I changed his dressings, he talked to me about his Pack. Said he had three sons. The oldest was getting ready to come of age next year.
The next day he was gone.
It wasn't the wound. A trace of silver powder had gotten into his bloodstream. That level of penetration is something the Pack hospital
