Luna stirred slowly, her lashes trembling as her eyes blinked open.
For a moment, the world felt unreal, hazy, like she was caught in a dream. She lay on her side, staring at the faintly glowing cave ceiling above her, trying to piece together the last fragments of memory.
Something felt wrong.
No—something felt different.
Her body… it didn't hurt.
That realization struck her like lightning. She jerked in place, testing her arms and legs in disbelief.
The sharp, familiar pain that usually came with every movement was dulled, softened, almost gone.
Her ribs no longer burned when she breathed, her back didn't scream from welts or bruises, and her head wasn't spinning with fever.
She was—better.
Luna sucked in a sharp breath and forced her trembling body upright.
A shadow moved.
"Don't."
The boy's voice was firm, cutting into her daze. His hood had slipped just enough for her to see his eyes, cold and sharp as blades.
