Blake POV
The little wolf slept against me.
Finally.
Her breathing had softened, losing the ragged tremble it held earlier. Her wrists—bound loosely in front of her—rested just above my stomach. Even blind, she’d curled toward my warmth instinctively, trusting the very thing she should fear most.
Blaze purred in the back of my mind, a low, satisfied rumble.
She seeks us, even without sight.
It shouldn’t have pleased me as much as it did.
I shifted only enough to pull the blanket higher around her shoulders. The small sound she made—soft, almost questioning—sent a sharp ache through my chest.
Fragile thing.
Breakable.
Mine.
The room was quiet.
Too quiet.
The curse simmered under my skin, but being near her—holding her—dulled the sharpest edges. The madness didn’t claw the way i
