Kane's POV:
Her eyelids fluttered, and I held my breath, too afraid to hope. But then, somehow, through the haze of blood and dust, she managed to crack those defiant eyes open. A faint smirk tugged at the corners of her mouth, and she looked up at me, weak but unmistakably defiant.
"Stupid... alpha," she rasped, her voice barely more than a whisper. Her hand made a weak attempt at a swat against my chest, though it was as light as a feather. The relief that washed over me was staggering. I'd never been so grateful to be insulted in my life.
"Stop shouting..." she mumbled, her voice still faint but laced with that same fire. "It'll take more than this to kill me."
