Selene’s POV
The howl came again.
Low and long.
Like the earth itself was mourning something that hadn’t died yet.
I pushed myself to my feet, breath ragged. My chest burned where the dagger had pierced me—clean through the Spiral scar, through the center of the storm. The wound didn’t bleed anymore.
It glowed.
And the Prophet’s words kept echoing:
“You split her.”
Kade stood beside me, sword drawn.
Lira joined him, bloodied but alive, eyes sharp with instinct.
“That wasn’t one of ours,” she said.
“No,” I murmured. “It’s what came after.”
The door to the Hall burst open.
A scout ran in, wild-eyed.
“They’re here.”
I stepped out into the courtyard and froze.
The world had changed again.
The sky wasn’t night anymore.
It was wrong.
Dark, yes—but too still. No clouds. No star
