Kaden’s POV 

The evening skies had turned a beautiful orange, reminiscent of one of my favorite whiskeys back at the pack house. Thankfully I had a bottle of the exquisite liquor here in the cabin. Not that I was in any position to drink, however, I couldn’t sweat my grace just yet. Even if I was almost completely healed, I didn’t want to risk my healing rate by staining my blood with alcohol.

I was propped in a sitting position in my room. It looked better than the room I’d woken up ...