Emilia stood by the window of her bedroom, her eyes drifting across the treetops that surrounded the pack house. Her mind replayed Dr. Liana’s words from a few days ago, warning her to throw out everything in the pantry for Raymond’s safety. It had seemed excessive at first, but now she couldn’t shake the feeling that something far more sinister was at play.

She thought back to her parents—how their health had slowly declined, how they’d seemed to grow weak almost overnight. The symptoms had been subtle but relentless: tremors, muscle spasms, unexplained weakness. And now… Raymond was showing the same signs. Her stomach twisted as she connected the dots,...