The sun had risen, but the Silver Moon Estate was completely swallowed by darkness.
Eight-year-old Faith lay on the bed, her small body completely soaked in sweat. Her eyes were squeezed shut in absolute agony.
Beside the bed, Maya was quietly sobbing, holding a cold wet cloth to Faith’s burning forehead. Ethan stood like a stone statue near the window, his hands clenched into fists so tight his knuckles were white. He had just lost his newborn niece, and now he was watching his daughter slowly burn to death from the inside.
Ivy, the pack’s lead healer, was frantically chanting ancient healing spells, her hands glowing with green magic. But every time she pushed the healing energy into Faith’s chest, it just bounced back.
"Her soul is rejecting the healing," Ivy whispered, her voi
