** Poppy’s POV **

Shiver’s run through me. Starting from my chest and spreading out, but everything else calms. My heart stops pounding, my breaths come easier, and the cold that was creeping in is slowly replaced by a comforting warmth.

It’s them, my mates. They’re anchoring me. Whatever this power is inside me, it responds to them.

I don’t think I realised how touch-starved I was until I came back. Not just physically. Not just kisses and hands and heated moments that ...