Daisy’s POV
Luna Skyla sat beside me, her hand on my shoulder, offering silent comfort. Her eyes, usually so bright and full of life, were clouded with worry. “Luna,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t understand this. What’s happening to them?”
She shook her head, tears spilling over. “I don’t know, Daisy.”
“I’ve tried…I’ve tried everything. My magic…it’s not working. It’s like…like there’s a barrier. I can’t reach them.” My gift — the ability to heal — had decided to fail me when I needed it the most, leaving me feeling utterly helpless.
“I understand, Daisy. I know you would have helped already if you could.”
Nate stood apart from us, his face a mask of anger and frustration. He paced back and forth, his face lined with worry. “This is insane!” he exclaimed in
