Selene’s POV
She smiled at me.
Not with lips.
She had none.
But somehow, the expression curled across her presence like the sky folding in on itself—gently, horrifically, inevitably.
Wolves knelt around me, silent and blank-eyed.
Some cried without understanding why.
Others whispered names that dissolved mid-breath, like trying to hold smoke in their hands.
And she—this being of light and nothingness—stood with her arms at her sides and watched.
“There is only now,” she whispered.
But not in words.
In absence.
Every syllable was a subtraction.
A forgetting.
Kade gripped my hand tighter.
I didn’t dare look at him.
I was afraid I might not remember who he was if I blinked.
The Prophet knelt at the edge of the watchtower.
Mouth open.
Weeping soundlessly.
“She has no name,”
