SELENEA’S POV
The cool night air wrapped around me like a heavy shroud, biting against my skin as I stood alone under the endless expanse of stars. The field was quiet, save for the rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze. I crossed my arms tightly over my chest, trying to hold myself together as my thoughts spiraled deeper into despair.
My people. My pack.
I could still hear their voices in my mind—once filled with loyalty and trust—now heavy with fear and bitterness. Under Ryker’s leadership, their spirits were breaking. Their freedom, their pride, everything that had once made us strong, was being crushed under his tyranny.
And it was my fault.
A sob tore from my chest, and I pressed a hand to my mouth, trying to muffle it. The lump in my throat tightened, the weight of everything
