*Zeke*

“Alpha, how do you feel?” Harold entered the room. It was time for my daily check up.

“I’m feeling fine.”

“Alpha, with all due respect, you might be downplaying this,” Mason interrupted, turning to Harold. “Master, Alpha still can’t shift, and it’s been three days. I thought the antidote should’ve been working by now.”

“The antidote works,” Harold explained to Mason patiently, “but the poison directly contacted ...