Forgiveness

Chapter 39

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 in that morning. Better? The correct term was glorious. I was sitting on a king-sized bed in the middle of the room, long enough for the head of the bed to touch the wall and its foot to stand right in the center of the room.

The color scheme was an ombre shade of white and olive, so were the curtains that hung open and swept to both sides of the window. Soft rays eluded the room from one open window, turning the once white room into an exotic shade of gold that now reminded me of the blonde-hai