Adrien.
I woke suddenly, a strange jolt running through me, my mind sharp, my senses alive in a way I hadn't felt in weeks. The fog, the poison, the dizzying haze that had clouded my thoughts, all gone.
I sat up in bed, my heart hammering, and instinctively reached for my wolf. The bond that had been dormant, restrained by the toxin coursing through my veins, pulsed back to life. My wolf was back. Fully, unmistakably, alive.
A rush of disbelief coursed through me. Could it really be that simple? Was I finally free from the poison's grasp? Without another thought, I sprang from the bed, moving with purpose toward the healer's quarters.
My claws flexed unconsciously, my senses heightened as I tracked every sound and scent along the way. I needed to know for certain—my sanity, my strength, my control—all of it.
