Selene’s POV
The howl echoed through Hollowfang like a war cry from the other side of creation.
Low.
Guttural.
Not animal.
Not Spiral.
Something else.
I forced myself upright, vision swimming, blood soaking through my side where the dagger had pierced me. Kade tried to keep me down, but I shoved his hand away.
“I’m fine.”
“You’re bleeding,” he said, panic edging into his voice.
“Better bleeding than empty.”
The Prophet hadn’t moved. She stared at the northern wall like she already knew what was coming.
“She didn’t die,” I said through gritted teeth.
“No,” the Prophet murmured. “She left.”
I stiffened. “What?”
“She split from you. Took what she needed—your shape, your voice, the taste of your memories.”
Outside, the howl sounded again.
This time, closer.
“She’s wearing you
