MasukEmber Frost’s POV Or so we thought.The crime was discovered almost immediately. We were both scolded, and Orion was strictly forbidden from visiting me again until I fully recovered.Cruel and unusual punishment.Still, after five long, mind-numbing days, I was finally allowed to leave my bed.And then came the news—Eira had woken up.The moment I heard, I forgot everything else. I didn’t even bother changing. I bolted out the door in my pajamas, bare feet skidding against the floor.Millie ran after me, arms full of clothes.“Please, think of your health!” she called, finally catching up just outside the infirmary. She shoved a sweater and coat into my hands, her voice dropping into a sharp whisper. “And at least think of your dignity! Her Majesty did not approve all those etiquette lessons for this.”I flushed and quickly pulled the coat on. “Thank you, Millie.”She sighed, shaking her head. “I know you’re excited. I’ll stop lecturing—just don’t scare me like that again.”Before
Ember Frost’s POVIt all came down to one thing: only if Eira herself stepped in could things truly change for the better.“…Alright,” I said quietly, the heaviness in my chest impossible to ignore. “I understand. But how is Eira doing? Orion insisted I shouldn’t visit her yet. I just want to know if she’s recovering.”“So far, everything appears stable,” Elder Harriet answered. “There’s no sign of rejection.”“That’s exactly the problem,” Elder Marcus cut in, adjusting the gold-framed glasses perched on his nose. His brows knitted as he spoke. “It’s too stable. From a logical point of view, this shouldn’t have gone this smoothly. Yet it has. That tells me something went wrong in a place we can’t see. And an unseen problem is far more dangerous than an obvious one.”Harriet shot him a sharp look, clearly wishing he’d keep those thoughts to himself.“Hold on,” I said, my heart skipping. “Please explain that properly. What do you mean by something unseen being more dangerous? Is there s
Ember 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







