Selene’s POVThe air tastes like smoke when I wake. My chest aches, my throat burns, and the mark on my shoulder glows faintly beneath my skin. It’s a soft pulse at first, but then it flares, hot and alive like a reminder that I’m never really free.Kaelen’s scent lingers on me. Cedar. Rain. Safety.But beneath it, hidden like a shadow, is the other one — the scent I wish I could forget. Iron and fire. Rael.I press my palm over the mark and close my eyes.For a second, it’s quiet. Just the wind moving through the trees outside the hut. But then the warmth inside me shifts, turns cold, and I see them again.Two wolves.One silver, his eyes bright and calm — standing tall in the mist, while the other was a black, massive and sharp-edged, his fur gleaming like polished stone. His growl shakes the air.They circle each other, teeth bared, breath steaming. The ground trembles under their paws. I can feel their emotions like they’re mine — anger, longing, love, hatred, pain.When the black
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