Keya's POV ( Continued)
My wolf howled. Her voice splintering.
My breath came shallow, uneven, like my body hadn’t yet remembered how to exist without that constant, invisible thread tying me to him. Every inhale scraped through my chest; every exhale felt too light, too hollow.
Rhys tightened his hold around me as another tremor ran through my limbs. His cloak was warm, heavy, grounding—but even that felt distant, like the sensation had to travel through layers of numbness before it reached me.
“Goddess, darling, you-you are burning,” he murmured, brushing damp hair away from my face. His voice was soft, but there was a strain beneath it, something he was trying to keep contained.
"It hurts," I whimpered.
"I know, I know. I am so sorry."
“I can’t… feel it,” I whispered again, my v
