LOGINEmber Frost’s POVNow it was Orion’s turn to face me, and I felt a sudden urge to hide.“Hey, don’t do this! You need some fresh air,” he said, reaching for the blanket cocoon I’d wrapped around myself.I recoiled, trying to inch away. “No… just leave me here for now,” I mumbled, dragging myself to the far side of the bed. “I… I can’t face you yet. Please, don’t make me!”Orion paused, the tension in his shoulders softening. He crouched by the edge of the bed, his voice gentle now. “Alright… do whatever you want. You don’t have to look at me. But at least get out of the bed, yeah? You can even face away from me. Back-to-back. I promise I won’t peek. Can you do that?”“Really? You won’t look?” I asked skeptically.“Cross my heart,” he said with a grin. “If I do, I’ll ask the Moon Goddess herself to take my eyes. Okay, I’m turning now… three, two, one, done!”I waited a beat, then lifted a corner of the blanket just enough to slip out. Using a pillow to hide my face, I positioned myself
Ember Frost’s POV I stared at the girl in the mirror, and for a moment, the girl staring back seemed almost unrecognizable. Her wide eyes, pale skin, and the fresh burn of tattoos made it feel like I was trapped in a dream I couldn’t wake from.When I was a child, I admired comic-book tyrants with tattoos sprawling across their bodies. I thought it looked cool, exciting… But I realized that being a “tyrant” was nothing like I imagined.The pale golden medicine trickled into the carved scars, faint sparks of light flickering over the surface every so often.“With werewolf healing, these wounds will close fully in about a week,” Harriet explained gently. “By then, the same runes from the purification tattoo will be fully imprinted on your body. The Moon Goddess’ power will constantly tear and mend your wounds; it happens faster than it seems, so you won’t notice much on the outside. But don’t think the pain will stop.”She looked at me seriously. “You’ll have to get used to it. And don
Ember Frost’s POVA sudden burst of pain tore me from my thoughts.I screamed.Harriet glanced at me with sympathy, but her hand never slowed. The blade continued its precise path.“These markings are linked,” she said calmly. “If I stop or slip, everything fails. There’s no fixing it.”The runes on my hand were complete now. She moved to my elbow, where the skin was thinner and more fragile. Oddly, the pain there was more intense, but it didn’t last long.“Just a little longer,” she murmured. “You’re doing well. Hold on.”I clenched my teeth, breathing hard. The agony felt like my body was being crushed from the inside, wave after wave.I needed a distraction.“About Malaysia,” I said hoarsely. “Did anything interesting happen?”She snorted. “Interesting? No. Tedious.”She sounded almost offended. “Anything involving ancient magic usually is.”I forced a weak smile. “Then where else have you been? Italy? Canada? China? London?”“No,” she replied. “Only Cambodia. It borders Vietnam.”
Ember Frost’s POV After days of pleading, my father finally gave in.But that was only the beginning.This was just one mountain among many, and my mother—my gentle, unyielding mother—would never allow me to take such a risk. Not willingly. Not unless she was forced to face the truth.So I told her.“If you stop me,” I said quietly, “I won’t survive. I might not even last another month.” My voice trembled despite my efforts. “Mother… this is the only path left.”Her face was drained of color.Tears spilled instantly, sliding down her cheeks as she stared at me like the ground had vanished beneath her feet. Shock, pain, fear—everything crashed over her at once.My chest ached.I never wanted her to learn this way. I had planned to protect her from it, to tell her later, or maybe never at all. But I had no choice anymore.Every treatment had failed.Everything.“So far, nothing has worked against this transformation. Even the purification runes, if they’re only traced on my skin, are l
Ember Frost’s POV I refused to back down.No matter how many times my father tried to shut the discussion down, I kept pushing, laying out every thought I had, every hope I was clinging to. At last, he let out a sigh, giving up on the fight.“Alright,” he said quietly. “Let’s say I allow you to go. What exactly do you think you can do in your current condition?” His eyes flicked to the tubes and runes surrounding me. “Your life is hanging by a thread, my child. Moving you elsewhere would only mean changing the location of the same danger.”“I know,” I replied, my voice calm even as my heart raced. “But I don’t believe this is the only solution. If we keep treating the symptoms, we’ll never stop it. We need to attack the source.”He frowned, listening despite himself.“The purification runes worked,” I continued. “They cleansed my blood just by being carved into the channel. So what if—just temporarily—we tried engraving them directly onto me? Or even onto my spirit? Wouldn’t that slo
Ember Frost’s POVThis 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 werewolf elders haven’t stepped away from your door once.”I already understood what he wasn’t saying.“If my body crosses the point of no return,” I said calmly, “and I lose my mind… The elders are required to act before anyone gets hurt.”That was their duty.Purification.A gentle word for execution.“But I’m still breathing,” I said with a faint smile, trying to ease the heaviness in his eyes. “I’m here. You’re here. And I’m awake. That has to count for something, right?”My attempt fell flat.He didn’t answer.







