Sinclair groaned as his head ached and his whole body practically burned. Where… was he? Last thing he clearly remembered was… Lamb and her insidious control seeping into his mind. Hadn’t he been turned into an Alpha Series…? The rest grew fuzzy, but he could’ve sworn Delta had taken him down when he’d lost control. His eyes ached, and there was a bright, warm light raining down on him.

Wait… warm light…? Was it…? He opened his eyes again and looked around, and to his utter shock… he was on the surface. In a proper bed for the first time in a decade, with sun cascading inside through the window… He had to be dreaming, right?