The hollow trembled under the weight of the night. Outside, the marsh pulsed with green witchfire, flames writhing like serpents through the fog. Shadows shifted behind the trees—wolves pacing in tight circles, their low snarls vibrating through the ground. The scent of damp earth, blood, and magic seeped through the cracked stone walls, mixing into a storm Selene could taste on her tongue. Inside, the hollow felt smaller than ever. Too tight. Too fragile. Too vulnerable for the battle gathering outside. Selene stood between Rowan and Lucien, her muscles aching, her skin still marked by passion, power, and war. Fire flickered in her left palm, frost curling from her right—neither at rest, both eager, as restless as her heartbeat. The bond pulsed violently in her chest—so strong she felt it echo through her ribs, her teeth, the very air around her. It didn’t feel like a heartbeat anymore. It felt lik
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