Amelia P.O.V
Waking didn’t feel like opening my eyes.
It felt like falling back into my body.
Everything hit at once—the weight of my limbs, the stiffness in my fingers, the ache behind my ribs, the sense that I’d been stretched too far and then snapped back into place.
For a heartbeat, I was nowhere.
Then—
I was in two places.
Silver forest.
Healer’s cot.
Baby’s warmth against my chest.
Cool sheets under my palms.
The tether hummed, a silver thread pulled tight between worlds, and for the first time it didn’t feel like it was going to tear me in half. It felt… steady.
Anchored.
Because something had grabbed the other end and refused to let go.
He’s here, Shea whispered, voice a low, reverent thrum. You felt him. You reached back. Now finish it. Wake up.
My fingers tingled.
