Drake’s POV –
I stir awake to the faint echoes of battle still humming through the air. The scent of blood clings to the wind, but the fighting is ending—our men and Baylee’s wolves are finishing off the last of the rogues. It doesn’t take long. When it’s over, Ben taps me, and I open my eyes with a groan, blinking as the sunlight hits me full in the face.
“Damn, that’s bright,” I mumble, shielding my eyes. Beside me, Dain groans too, clutching his head as the last traces of poison seep from my body. Caron’s potion is working—cleansing, pushing out the darkness.
“Sorry—can you walk?” he asks.
I nod and roll to my feet, testing my balance. “Yeah. Where’s Lilly?”
Dain gestures behind me. Matt is gently laying her unconscious body into the back seat of a nearby car, where Fiona waits.
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