Selene’s POV
The sky cracked like glass struck by a forgotten god.
Thin white fractures spiderwebbed from the moon outward, jagged and unnatural. The stars blinked—then bled, fading in and out like failing memories.
And I stood underground, in the crypt, staring at Serynth as silence swallowed the world.
“You said the name,” she whispered.
“I thought that’s what I had to do.”
“It is,” she said. “But that name isn’t just a key to silence the others.”
She stepped back, gaze lifting toward the stone ceiling above us.
“It’s an invitation.”
Above us, wolves screamed.
Not in fear.
In confusion.
The sky wasn’t just broken—it was remembering things it shouldn’t.
Time bent sideways.
Clouds rippled in reverse.
Shadows stretched and snapped like threads under strain.
I ran.
Up the st
