AZRIEN'S POV
I woke with fire in my veins.
It wasn’t real fire, but it burned all the same. Every muscle felt like it was torn, every bone heavy, and every breath I took felt like glass cutting down my throat. A faint blue glow still lingered across my skin. It was weaker than last night, but it was still there. Always there. A reminder.
I didn’t move. I couldn’t. My body felt like stone, pressing into the bed as though the weight of everything I carried had finally caught up with me. The morning light was coming in through the window, touching me, and I hated it. The light exposed too much. It made me feel seen when all I wanted was to stay hidden.
Last night replayed in my head in pieces, like shattered fragments stabbing into my skull. The rage. The sound of the growl I hadn’t meant
