Blade’s P.O.V.
The world drifted in and out of focus like a tide pulling me under and then tossing me back to shore. Pain hummed beneath my skin, a dull ache that ebbed and flowed with my heartbeat. Every time I stirred, I felt the raw pull of my burns—though, oddly, the pain wasn’t as sharp as it had been in the beginning. Meaning that it was working, my wolf was slowly healing me from the inside out, and once again, I would be totally fine. At least… physically.
I groaned softly, blinking against the dim light in the room. My mind struggled to piece together how I had ended up here.
The wildfire.
Me getting trapped in the middle of it.
Skye and Koda dragging me into Adam’s house.
Meghan’s wide, terrified eyes looking at my battered body.
Meghan.
I turned my head slowly, my gaze
