Amelia P.O.V
I didn’t realize I was shaking until my knees hit the forest floor.
The glowing ruins pulsed faintly behind me, the stone warm beneath my fingers as I steadied myself, the baby pressed tight to my chest. His small breaths came fast and uneven, trembling against me like leaves caught in a storm. I rubbed his back in slow circles, whispering softly even though my own breath came uneven.
But the air still buzzed — like the tear hadn’t fully healed. Like the world remembered being split open.
“Shea…” My voice was raw. “It’s not stopping.”
My wolf pressed forward sharply, fur bristling in my mind.
It won’t. Not now. Not after that connection, she said.
Connection.
The word made my stomach twist painfully.
Images flickered behind my eyes uninvited — the Guardian’s form blee
