Daisy’s Pov I woke up with a loud, terrified gasp, my lungs burning as if the air itself was made of fire. My hands flew straight to my neck, my fingers clawing at my skin in a blind panic. I was shaking violently, a breathless sob tearing from my throat as I searched for the deep cut, the thick rush of hot blood, and the freezing bite of the silver blade. There was nothing. My skin was completely dry, smooth, and warm. I sat up fast, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. I wasn't bleeding to death in the freezing mud under the cruel, mocking stares of Cassian and Victoria. I was in my own bedroom inside the Vanecrest estate. The morning sun was streaming through the high windows, painting the soft white carpet in a warm, golden light. In the deep corners of my mind, my inner wolf gave a faint, whimpering cry, slowly waking up from the nightmare. She was alive. We were alive. The sheer shock of it hit me like a blow. With trembling hands, I reached out and snatch
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