Sage’s POV
I woke with a frozen body—
but a burning soul.
For a second, I didn’t know where I was.
Everything was dark, muffled, a warm pressure against my back.
The air tasted like wet earth and dried blood.
My throat felt raw, as if I had screamed for hours.
I blinked.
The light was dim. The sky, dull.
The tree leaves above me swayed like shadows dancing in silence.
I felt strong arms around me.
And I knew.
Lean.
I placed a hand on his chest.
His breathing was calm. Deep. Steady.
As if he were… at peace.
But not just any peace.
The kind that only comes after chaos—
after surviving something that should’ve killed anyone else.
I closed my eyes.
The battle.
The lycans.
The blood.
The moment I thought everything was lost.
And the pull.
That invisible thread that tied
