Selene’s POV
The earth cracked open at my feet.
And the dead climbed out.
Not corpses—not exactly. These were half-things. Bones laced with magic, flesh stitched by the Spiral, eyes glowing with memory they had no right to keep.
And every single one of them looked at me.
“You need to run,” Kade said behind me, his voice raw.
“I can’t,” I breathed.
Because something inside me wouldn’t let me.
I was frozen. Not with fear—but recognition.
I knew them.
One of the bodies—small, sharp-boned, a warrior I’d watched fall in the battle for Hollowfang—locked eyes with mine.
They weren’t just Ryker’s creations.
They were my dead.
My wolves.
Twisted. Raised.
And now hunting me like I was their executioner.
Kade dragged me behind a fallen tree, cursing. “They’re targeting your mark.”
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