Natalie~
My pulse was still hammering in my chest, the aftershock of everything that had just unraveled in Katrina's room refusing to settle. I'd barely managed to send a mind link to Jacob when Zane and I stood there, rooted in place—caught between awe, disbelief, and a strong wave of relief. We had just witnessed the impossible: our daughter and Nicholas breathing again, alive, drawn back from the brink by nothing more than the raw pull of a mate bond.
How could something so intangible, so elusive, wield power strong enough to weave life back into broken bodies? It was madness. It was magic. And yet, it was real.
Katrina—our fierce little firecracker, stubborn as the sun itself—was already all over Vincent. Her chest rose and fell fast, eyes wide and luminous, their icy blue depths sparking with vitality like a storm breaking free after suffocating silence. She was holding him as if testing to see if he was real, then she pulled him into another tight hug.
