After Zion’s fight with the Rogues on the road through the forest, the journey resumed.
“Arwen, are you sure you’re okay?”
Zion glanced quickly from his seat in the car, looking at his wife’s face, which looked paler than usual.
Arwen gave a small smile, trying to reassure him. “I’m fine. Just a little dizzy.”
But Zion knew something was wrong. Since they left the fight in the forest, Arwen’s body felt colder than normal.
Strangely, every time the car passed through areas with stronger moonlight, Arwen’s skin seemed to faintly glow—a soft purple flash, barely visible—but Zion couldn’t have been mistaken.
He gripped the wheel hard. “We’ll be at Moonstrike soon. You need to be checked by the healer.”
Arwen closed her eyes and leaned against the window. “I don’t need a healer. I just n
