Jonah’s P.O.V.

It felt like my world was crumbling apart. The pure rage I had carried was gone, replaced by fear—something I thought I no longer possessed. I clenched my fists, my jaw tightening, gritting my teeth as I shut my eyes tight. It felt like I was silently pleading with the Moon Goddess for strength.

Finally, I knelt down, taking Danika’s trembling hand into mine. As predicted, the moment her skin touched mine, the trembling in my body eased, and my being gradually came back to life.

When was the last time I had felt this miserable? This afraid? This vulnerable?

“Wake up, Danika,” I mumbled, my eyes never...