Pain.
Blazing, merciless pain tore through his body in violent bursts. Each wave that crashed over him was harsher than the one before, leaving him gasping in agony.
The pack doctor had done everything they could. The bullet had been removed, and his wound carefully bandaged. But the damage caused by wolf's-bane was severe. The poison had weakened his natural healing abilities, slowing the recovery that should have come easily to a wolf like him.
He had barely regained consciousness.
And through the haze of pain clouding his mind, only one name kept slipping from his lips.
"Jacq…"
Her name came out as a faint whisper from his cracked, dry lips.
Sofía sat beside her son's bed, tears flowing endlessly down her face as she watched him suffer. Charlotte stood nearby, silently crying, while Eugénie remained beside Dominique, who was trying his best to comfort her.
