Morning came quietly to the Lunar Fury Pack.
Golden sunlight filtered through the tall windows, slipping past the curtains and stretching across the room where Jacob lay. The warmth of the rising sun brushed against his skin, gently pulling him out of a deep and much-needed sleep.
For a moment, he didn't move.
He simply lay there, staring at the ceiling as he let his body wake at its own pace.
Slowly, he shifted.
A faint ache still lingered in his body, but it was no longer as unbearable as it had been the previous day. The sharp, biting pain had dulled into something more manageable—still present, still uncomfortable, but no longer enough to keep him completely still.
Jacob exhaled quietly.
Then, with care, he pushed himself up and leaned against the headboard of his bed. His gaze drifted toward the open veranda, where the morning light painted the world outside in soft gold.
"A new day…" he murmured under his breath.
