Three hours

Cain had barely closed the door behind him when a sudden wave of dizziness overtook him. His grip on the door handle tightened as he fought to steady himself, but the spinning sensation made his legs feel like they were on the verge of giving out. Pain rippled through his body in sharp, relentless waves, each one worse than the last. He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to remain standing, though his knees trembled under the strain.

The fight had taken more out of him than he'd anticipated. Killing four werewolves in their wolf forms would have been a grueling feat for anyone, but to do it with the precision and swiftness he had displayed came at a cost. Slowly, Cain pushed himself away from the door, his movements stiff and deliberate, and staggered toward the bed. When he finally collapsed onto the mattress, his entire body screamed in protest.