Third Person P.O.V.
The world was silent for a heartbeat.
Then Mason's eyes opened.
Moonlight pooled over his face, tracing every strong edge and soft line, illuminating the soft flutter of his lashes as his consciousness returned. His eyes—silver with flecks of gold—searched the sky, confused and disoriented. Then they darted sideways and landed on her.
Bella.
Her name was unspoken, but her presence reverberated through him like a whisper through his bones. A rush of warmth bloomed in his chest, and for a moment, time froze. He blinked, confusion quickly replaced with recognition—and then came the flood: happiness, overwhelming love, relief.
His arms moved without command.
He reached out and pulled her into him with desperate urgency, hugging her so tightly she gasped. He buried hi
