“You’re right, Luna. Kael is indeed dead, but he left behind specific instructions to bring you to the Guardian’s headquarters,” one of the women said, her voice measured and calm.

“Why? What business could there possibly be?” Mom interjected, her tone sharp with suspicion as she stepped forward protectively.

“Kael died from silver toxin,” the woman finally revealed and then paused, letting the weight of her words sink in. “From the same arrow. If you want to learn how to treat it, we have—”

“That sounds wonderful, truly,” I interrupted, my voice tight with urgency, “but I need you to understand that my father’s condition is critical right now. I...