Chapter 125. Make It Yours

ARDEN

Everything was soft and heavy at the same time. My chest didn’t burn anymore. My throat didn’t ache. There was no pressure on my lungs.

Was this it? Was this what it felt like to die?

Somewhere, distantly, the world still spun on. I heard the war—the clash of metal, the shouts, the snarls, the sounds of chaos. But it was all so far away, like I was drifting at the bottom of a lake while the world raged on above me.

Then, a voice pierced through.

“No, please—let me go! I have the antidote!”

It echoed in my head, bouncing against the stillness.

“Let her go,” Cade said, sounding desperate.

I wanted to reach out to him and tell him I was still here, but I couldn’t lift a finger. I was sinking again, back into the velvet dark.

But then something else tugged me back.

“This is the antidote, Alpha,” a soft voice said, shaking and breathless. “I… I cannot do it. I cannot hide this anymore.”

I saw her through the haze.