Mary Ann’s POV
The fever began as a small ache behind my eyes.
By evening, it had spread through my entire body.
Elara said the cut from the ambush had become infected. The rogue’s blade had carried dirt, wolfsbane residue, and something else she had not yet identified. She cleaned the wound again, forced bitter medicine between my lips, and ordered everyone out of the room except Greta and one healer.
I remembered trying to argue.
I remembered asking about the reconstruction workers.
After that, everything became blurred.
The room changed shape around me. Sometimes I was in the Luna Wing. Sometimes I was back at the academy, standing in the dining hall while laughter followed me from every table. Sometimes I was falling from the broken bridge again, reaching for a rope that snapped
