ALARIC POV
His hand moved, slow, heavy, like it didn’t fully belong to him yet, reaching toward the girl hovering over him, fingers brushing her arm, her face—
And then it clicked.
I saw it happen.
The exact second it landed.
His mate.
Right there.
Right in his arms.
A weak, almost disbelieving grin pulled at his mouth, something completely out of place on a man who had just been half-dead on the ground seconds ago, but there it was anyway, stubborn and real.
“MIne…” his voice was rough, barely more than a rasp, but the amusement in it was unmistakable. “That’s… a miracle.”
She choked out a laugh that turned into a sob halfway through, leaning into him as he pulled her closer, one arm wrapping around her back, holding her against him like he needed to make sure she was real, like
