Ember Frost’s POV

This wasn’t dark magic meant to harm.

It was a cleansing ward, designed to scour our bodies from the inside. A blessing drawn directly from the Moon Goddess.

And yet, those glowing runes carved into the machines around me weren’t meant to heal.

They were proof.

Proof that I might never be saved.

“It’s been a long week,” my father said at last, exhaustion heavy in his voice. “Seven days of constant alarms. The doctors have issued warning after warning. The ...