LOGINRayna POVWaking felt like swimming up through warm honey. Too heavy. Too slow. Too… distant.But something held me. Anchored me. A steady pulse of heat against my spine, a familiar scent curling around me like a shield. Strong arms locked around my waist. A chest rising and falling behind me in a rhythm that my body recognized before my mind fully returned.Damon.I didn’t open my eyes yet. I just enjoyed it. This moment. The mate bond hummed, low and sure, threading through my ribs with every breath he took. It pulled me toward the waking world one heartbeat at a time.Stay, it whispered.So I did.My body ached in places I didn’t know existed. A deep, echoing exhaustion settled into my bones, heavier than anything I’d felt even after Nythera’s last blow. But layered under the pain was warmth - his warmth - gently filled with worry, fear, devotion so fierce it almost hurt to feel it.“Don’t move,” he murmured against my hair.His voice wasn’t rough. It was wrecked.I finally forced
Rayna POVA tremble rolled through my chest. Damon felt it instantly.“Rayna?” His voice cracked. “Rayna, can you hear me? Gods, tell me you can hear me.”I forced my eyes open. The world swayed, blurry, too bright - but there he was. Hovering over me, hair disheveled, eyes rimmed in red, cheeks streaked with grime and sweat and fear he didn’t bother to hide.“Hey,” I rasped.Damon broke.A sound tore out of him - half laugh, half choke - and he pressed his forehead to mine, hands shaking around my jaw.“You’re awake,” he breathed. “You’re actually- Rayna, I thought-” His voice dropped to a harsh whisper. “Don’t ever do that to me again.”I barely had strength to lift my hand, but he caught it instantly, pressing it to his mouth.“You’re not moving,” he said when he finally pulled back enough to look at me. A command, not a suggestion. “Not today. Not tomorrow. The council will handle the city. You’re staying in this bed. Healing. That’s final.”A weak smile tugged at my lips. “Since
Rayna POVDarkness felt soft this time.Not cold. Not empty. Just… quiet. A strange, weightless quiet, like floating in warm water under a sky I couldn’t see.I knew I wasn’t awake, not really. My body was somewhere else - hurting, failing - and yet the pain felt distant, pulled away from me by something strong. Someone strong.Damon.His presence wrapped around me like a tether, a rope tied tight around my waist, dragging me toward life even when all of me wanted to sink into the stillness. I felt him - through the bond - raw urgency, fear sharp as a blade, and beneath it, love that burned hotter than anything I’d ever carried inside me.He was holding me here. Keeping me from slipping.I tried to speak his name but my throat didn’t exist here. My body didn’t exist here. Just the bond. Just him.And then another presence brushed against me. Soft. Radiant. Ancient.Moonlight.“Rest, child,” the Goddess whispered. “Your body falters, but your spirit holds.”Her voice curled around me l
Damon POVHer weight in my arms shouldn’t have felt like this.Rayna had always burned hot - everything about her was fierce, stubborn, alive. But now she hung against me limp and frighteningly cold, her skin pale enough to look carved from moonlight.“Stay with me,” I whispered, my voice already shredding. “Rayna, don’t you dare-”A breath shuddered out of her, barely there. But it was there. And it was the only thing holding me together.I pushed through the ruined palace corridor, boots splashing through puddles of broken wards and melted stone. Garrick ran ahead, clearing the path, shouting for healers as if volume alone could drag her back to life.The moment we reached our chambers, I laid her on the bed - gently, carefully, like the wrong angle might break her.Her head lolled to the side.My wolf howled inside me, raw and frantic. "Get her up. Get her breathing. Fix her. Fix her."“I know,” I rasped, gripping her hand. “I know.”The door slammed open. Lira burst inside, robes
Damon POVOne second, she was standing - burning with moonlight, fierce, unstoppable. The next, the light snapped out of her like a severed thread.“Rayna?”Her knees buckled.I caught her before she hit the rubble, her body limp in my arms, skin burning hot then terrifyingly cold. Her breath came in shallow, uneven pulls. The mark on her collarbone flickered weakly - like a dying star.“No, no, no. Rayna, stay with me.” My voice cracked. I didn’t care.The last echoes of Nythera’s scream faded into the smoky air, thinning into nothing. Her remaining shadows dissolved like ash in the wind. The darkness that had rolled over the city peeled back, writhing away until the sky cleared just enough to show the wounded moon.It was over. For now.But my mate - my heart - was collapsing in my arms while the world groaned around us.Garrick came stumbling over shattered stone, blood on his face, his eyes wide. “Damon. Alpha. Are you-?”“I’m fine,” I snapped. “Help me. We need to get her somewh
I felt the next pulse of light tear through the air, and for a second, I thought I’d thrown Nythera off balance. But then the shadows coiled faster, angrier, and one struck me across the shoulder. Fire raced through my veins, hot and sharp, and I staggered, nearly losing my footing.“Rayna!” Damon’s roar cut through the smoke and rubble.Before I could think, he was there. His hands on me, pulling me close. I barely had time to register the heat of his body, the steady, grounded strength that anchored me against the chaos. Nythera’s lash slammed into him instead, and I gasped, fear twisting my stomach into knots.“Not her,” he growled, low and fierce. “Not while I breathe.”I blinked, stunned. His eyes, dark and unyielding, locked on mine. No hesitation. No fear. Only protection.“I’ve got you,” he said, his voice rough, unwavering. And then he charged.We weaved through the ruins together, his body shielding mine, his every movement a promise I didn’t deserve but couldn’t deny. The s







