THIRD PERSON
The bond stirs first.
Faint.
Fragile.
But undeniable.
Alpha Scavia feels it before anything else—a flicker against his chest, like a weak heartbeat calling out to him.
His head snaps up instantly.
“Elara?”
Silence.
But the bond pulses again.
Stronger this time.
Hope ignites fast.
Dangerous.
Unstoppable.
He leans forward, his hand tightening gently around hers.
“Come on…” he murmurs. “You don’t get to stop now.”
For a moment—
Nothing happens.
Then—
Her fingers twitch.
Small.
Barely noticeable.
But enough.
Scavia goes still.
Watching.
Waiting.
And then—
Elara inhales sharply.
Like she’s breaking through water.
Her body jolts slightly as air fills her lungs again.
Her eyes flutter open—
Gold.
Brighter than before.
Deeper.
Alive.
“Elara,” Scavia
