POV EMMA BELLE
The morning didn't arrive with a gentle sun. It broke over the Black Crag like a cracked mirror, sharp and unforgiving. I woke up with the weight of Félix's arm draped across my waist, his steady breathing the only thing keeping the encroaching reality at bay.
I felt... different. My wolf was no longer pacing; she was curled up in a sun-drenched corner of my soul, purring with a satisfaction that vibrated through my bones. The bond with Félix was no longer a thread; it was a bridge, wide and unbreakable, pulsing with a golden light that felt like permanent summer.
I reached up, my fingers tracing the skin of my neck. The mark was no longer a raw wound. It was a raised, pearlescent sigil that hummed when I touched it. It was beautiful. And it was a declaration of w
