Perry's POV
I couldn't believe it when warmth began flowing back into Phoebe's body. Though barely perceptible, I watched her chest rise and fall, and suddenly it hit me—she was breathing.
She was actually breathing again.
"Marcela!" I shouted for the healer, pulling Phoebe's body closer against me. "Get over here!"
Marcela scrambled up from the ground and rushed toward us, dropping to her knees beside Phoebe's still form. She'd noticed the strange change too.
"Examine her—she's alive. Tell me she's alive."
I ground my teeth together, fighting the urge to let hope consume me. But the evidence lay right in my arms. My mate was breathing, her wounds had closed, and warmth had returned to her skin.
Still, she remained unconscious. Her eyelids stayed shut.
Marcela wasted no time, immediately assessing Phoebe's state. She closed her eyes, concentrating deeply. "She is... alive." Her eyes snapped open, bewilderment written across her face.
