The next morning arrived in silence.
Jacob woke early, long before the rest of the pack began their daily routines, yet he remained lying on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. He had no desire to move, no strength to rise.
His body still ached.
A dull, persistent soreness lingered, making even the slightest shift uncomfortable. The pain had not faded overnight—instead, it clung to him, a quiet reminder of everything he had endured.
He exhaled slowly, closing his eyes as if that alone could ease the discomfort.
But it didn't.
Moments later, a knock broke through the stillness of his room.
Jacob opened his eyes and turned his head toward the door just as it creaked open. The Gamma stepped inside, carrying a tray.
"Sir Jacob," he said respectfully. "The Beta sent your food and medicine."
Jacob pushed himself up carefully, suppressing a wince as the movement sent a sharp sting through his body. He gave a small nod, allowing the Gamma to enter.
