Maryelle’s POV
The world returned in fragments.
First, the sound—Phantom’s voice, raw and desperate, whispering against my skin. Then the warmth of his arms, holding me as though he could anchor me to life itself. And finally, the rush in my veins, sharp and unfamiliar, like fire threading through my blood.
I gasped, my chest rising, breath flooding back into me. My pulse surged, erratic but strong. For a moment, I thought I was whole again. For a moment, I believed I had been saved.
But something was wrong.
My body felt different—lighter, stronger, yet foreign. My coyote spirit was faint, distant, muffled behind glass. In its place was something else, something I couldn’t name. It hummed beneath my skin, restless, alive, demanding.
Phantom’s forehead pressed to mine, his v
