We walked in quiet reflection down the tree-lined path back toward the castle, the setting sun casting long, golden shadows across the stone walkway. My mind kept wandering back to Liz, her fragile form, and the quiet dignity with which she and Sam were facing her illness.
After several silent paces, I looked up at Demetrius, unable to hold the question in any longer.
"Demetrius... I don't mean to sound harsh or anything, but..." I hesitated, searching for the right words before asking softly, "Why didn't her Lycan fight off the cancer? I thought our healing abilities were meant to protect us from human illnesses."
Demetrius let out a heavy sigh, his expression darkening with a mixture of sorrow and frustration as he tightened his grip on my hand.
"We don't know," he admitted quietly,
