SELENEA’S POV
Sunlight warmed my face as I stood at the castle’s entrance, my boots firm on the stone steps, my hand clasped in Lukas’s, his fingers strong and steady, his thumb brushing my knuckles. Callan flanked my other side, his broad shoulders tense, his dark eyes scanning the courtyard. Dust swirled as a black car rolled to a stop, tires crunching gravel, and my heart thudded, my breath catching. Ryker stepped out, his black tunic clinging damp to his chest, his hair slicked back, his gray eyes locking on me, sharp and hungry. Another man followed—broad, bearded, leather jacket creaking—and my stomach twisted, his face familiar, a shadow from Tenebrous, though his name escaped me, buried in the haze of that night.
My gaze held Ryker’s, my pulse racing, memories flashing—his claws
