[Araya's POV]
The fever consumes Araya like wildfire.
Her body convulses on the bed, every muscle seizing as pain tears through her. It feels like her bones are breaking, reshaping, trying to become something else. Something more.
Lyra and Selvara hover over her, their voices distant and muffled.
"We need Ronan," Selvara says urgently.
"I'll get him," Lyra says, running for the door.
But Araya barely hears them. The world is fading, replaced by something else. Something primal and terrifying.
Visions flood Araya's mind.
Fire. Endless fire consuming everything in its path. Forests burning. Wolves howling. Blood soaking into scorched earth.
And fangs. Massive fangs tearing through flesh, through bone, through anything that stands in their way.
Araya screams, but the sound doesn't c
