Kora’s POV
The first thing I felt was warmth — real warmth, not the strange, hollow kind from the void. It soaked into my skin, steady and alive, wrapping me in something familiar. Then came the scent. Pine. Smoke. Edward.
I opened my eyes slowly, blinking against the soft light filtering through the trees. Snow was still falling, delicate and soundless, catching in his hair as he held me like I was made of glass.
For a second, I didn’t move. I just looked at him — the shadows under his eyes, the faint tremor in his hands, the tear tracks that had frozen against his cheeks. He looked exhausted, raw. But alive. And here.
“Hey,” I whispered, my voice barely there.
His head snapped up, disbelief flashing across his face before it softened into something deeper. “Hey,” he breathed, like t
