Third Person POV
Sofia floated somewhere between dreams and the quiet thrum of pain. Voices brushed against her mind like gentle waves on sand—too distant to catch but too persistent to ignore. She heard someone speaking—low, tender words spoken in a gravelly voice that always made her heart ache.
Vaden.
His hand was wrapped around hers, warm and solid, anchoring her in a world she wasn’t ready to return to. Her body ached—deep, exhausting soreness that dragged against her bones. Her head throbbed dully with every beat of her heart. And worst of all, she felt hollow. Her wolf—usually ever-present, even in silence—was gone. No nudge of instinct. No warmth at the back of her mind. Nothing.
She was alone in herself.
The beeping of machines grew louder as her awareness sharpened. Harsh li
