Jake’s POV
“So many people,” Mom said as we slowly made our way through the event space, trying to get to the main bleachers where the Alphas and honored guests were supposed to sit.
I was still moving slower than I liked, still using a cane. But that I was able to be here at all was a testament to my care and my improving health. I was starting to feel like I was under home arrest, only moving from the bedroom to the office and back.
It was nice to see some of the rest of the world, even if that rest of the world was Damien’s pack rather than my own.
Baby steps. And I was supposed to be on vacation.
“Are you feeling alright?” Dad asked me. My parents were on either side of me, buffering me from the crowd. Even so, I was annoyed at myself for giving some of my discomfort away.
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