But the ground beneath me feels solid and real, and when I carefully sit up, my head doesn’t spin. The overwhelming heat that has been radiating from my skin is gone, replaced by a normal body temperature.

Confused, I look around the clearing. Lucian is sitting by the remains of our fire, sharpening his knife with methodical strokes. Luna is curled up in a patch of sunlight, looking completely content.

I roll up my pant leg to examine my injury, expecting to see the infection that has been getting progressively worse. Instead, I find myself staring at wounds that are clearly healing. The swelling has gone down dramatically; the angry,...