"That’s not possible," I breathed, shaking my head. "I—it was just a few hours ago."
"No, Ofelia. You were unconscious. Your body was weak." Zach leaned forward. "I brought you to a healer."
I frowned. Something felt different. I didn’t feel as sick, as drained. There was a strange energy running through my veins.
"What did they do to me?" I asked, my voice shaking.
Zach hesitated before answering. "They gave you an elixir. It won’t cure you, but it will prolong your life."
Shock rooted me in place. "That’s not possible."
"And yet, here you are, standing without feeling like you’re about to collapse." His voice was careful, watching my reaction.
I looked down at my hands. They weren’t trembling. My limbs weren’t weak. My head wasn’t pounding. It was the first time in months I felt...alive.
But before I could process it, Zach’s expression turned grave.
"There’s more," he said. "Your pack was attacked."
Ice filled my veins. "What?"
Zach clenched his jaw. "It wasn’t just any attack. It was brutal. And..."
His hesitation made my chest tighten. "Just say it."
"Your sister, Daniela... she didn’t make it."