Kaine and I sit in the study, the warm glow of the fire doing little to thaw the icy weight in my chest. The conversation circles back to the same haunting questions.
“How does she even exist again?” Kaine mutters, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. “It defies every law we know. Life and death aren’t things you can just—reverse.”
“I don’t know,” I reply, my voice tight. “But I don’t care how it happened. She’s here. That’s what matters.”
He looks at me, his eyes dark with worry. “And if it’s temporary? If this... miracle has a cost?”
I open my mouth to respond, but the faintest knock on the door interrupts us. My wolf perks up immediately, recognizing her scent even before the knock finishes. The air shifts—warm, familiar, intoxicating.
“Issa,” I say softly, rising from my
