Adina's POV

The fog around me thinned, only slightly but enough for me to finally feel the weight of the world beyond my suspended reality. The air was colder here now, sharper, like something had been cut open. My child’s faint pulse fluttered beneath my awareness, no longer silent but fragile. A whisper instead of a heartbeat. A spark instead of a flame.

He was alive. Barely and Nathan… gods, I felt him.

He was a wildfire on the horizon, roaring with fury, burning hot and ...