The Measure of an Alpha

Bryce’s POV

After a few days more of bedrest, I took to walking around my house with a cane. I still wasn’t at a hundred percent and got tired easily. The can helped take some of my weight so that I could stand up for longer, and keep going more than I probably should have.

In truth, my chest still ached. Whatever magic had been cast on that carving knife had left some perhaps permanent damage in