Skyla’s POV
The smell of antiseptic filled my nose, and bile rose up in my throat. My heart pounded loudly, a rhythmless beat against my chest. I couldn't believe it. Four sons. Four. My boys. All of them were in the sick bed.
Donovan, Chris, and Nick were already in a coma, their faces pale and unmoving. And now, Nathaniel, my youngest son, was lying here, his skin burning, his breath shallow.
My hands trembled as I held onto Nate’s limp hand, fear gripping me tight. I’d spent hours by the quadruplets’ bedsides, whispering prayers to the moon goddess, begging my boys to return to me, all to no avail.
“Please, boys,” I whispered. “Please, don’t leave me. Don’t leave your mother. I wouldn't be able to live without you.”
“Baby,” Blaze—who had been watching over myself and the boys on t
