Jayden arrived home at midnight, entered the house quietly, and made his way to his room without a sound.
Once in his room, he took off his clothes and stepped into the shower, cranking the water to a scalding hot temperature, letting it pound against his skin like a punishment.
The hot water cascaded over Jayden's body, filling the small bathroom with steam until it felt like standing in a cloud. He stood motionless under the spray, his hands braced against the tile wall, head bowed as the water rushed over his silver hair and down his back.
His body had almost completely healed by now. The burns were gone, reduced to faint pink marks that would disappear by morning. The broken bones had set themselves properly, and the deep lacerations had sealed without leaving any scars. This was one of the advantages of his Lycan physiology—he could heal from almost anything given enough time.
