Chapter 28 Whispers Of The Reborn

Fynn POV The fire’s a faint glow in the ruins of the pack house, its warmth barely reaching me where I sit, wrapped in a salvaged blanket, my knees pulled tight to my chest. The night’s deep, the kind of dark that presses in, heavy with silence, and I can’t sleep—not with the hollow inside me where the shadows used to be. Morgan’s beside me, his breathing steady, his arm a solid weight across my shoulders, but even he can’t fill the void. I’m here, alive, but I don’t feel whole.