Chapter 134

Wren's POV

I wasn't fully awake when Theron helped me to my feet. My limbs still ached, bruises nestled deep in my muscles like ghosts refusing to fade. His low voice-"Sleep"-still echoed in my mind, soft as mist, heavy as a command. I remembered the way his fingers lingered on my temple, the weight of the blanket he'd wrapped around me. In those moments, I felt less like prey, more like something