Selene’s POV
She emerged from the fog like a memory too stubborn to die.
Red cloak.
Silver braid.
Boots that echoed like promises across stone.
And a smile so familiar I could’ve sworn it belonged to me.
The wolves parted for her as if pulled on strings.
Not in fear.
In recognition.
Kade didn’t move.
Neither did Lira.
The Prophet stood still as a tomb.
Only I stepped forward.
Because I already knew what she was.
Not a Spiral beast.
Not the Nameless One.
Not a dream.
She was belief.
Made flesh.
They had forgotten me.
So their memories built a replacement.
“I’ve come home,” she said, her voice soft and strong.
“I walked the fogs. I crossed the Veil. I bled to return.”
A murmur rippled through the wolves.
“She looks just like her.”
“Is it possible?”
“She remembers us
