Sage´s POV
My lungs were fire.
Every breath was a rusted dagger stabbing between my ribs.
And he was still there.
The damn crow, transformed.
A monster with wings like blades, eyes that saw beyond flesh, and strength that wasn’t his alone.
The forest was full of his shadows.
Thousands.
Crows in the trees.
Between the branches.
Beneath the earth.
Waiting.
Watching.
Ready to strike.
And me...
I was bleeding from five different wounds.
One leg barely responded.
A rib jutted from my side as if it wanted to escape before I could.
The wolf inside me was still standing—
Lean was still with me.
But even he knew what I could no longer deny:
I couldn’t win.
Not like this.
Veyr charged again—
a brutal assault, wings cutting through the air like whips.
I rolled just in time, f
