Zane pov.
When I opened my eyes again, the first thing I saw was her.
Tessa was sitting beside me, head lowered, her hair falling over her shoulders. Her eyes were red, and her fingers were still wrapped around mine as if letting go might kill her.
For a second, I thought I was dreaming.
Then she looked up. Our eyes met, and everything that had happened—the darkness, the pain, the way my wolf had almost slipped away—it all faded into silence.
She didn’t say anything at first, just stared at me like she wasn’t sure I was real.
“You’re crying,” I murmured, my voice hoarse.
Her lips trembled into a weak smile. “You scared me half to death.”
I tried to move, but my whole body felt heavy. “Did you get the herbs?”
“Yes,” she said quickly. “You’re safe now.”
Safe. I almost laughed at t
