It started with the mirrors.
Damon had never liked them, not since the night Selene died. But now every time he passed one, he caught glimpses of her — soft movements at the edge of reflection, the curve of her smile, the fall of her hair.
At first, he told himself it was exhaustion.
But when he turned away, her voice followed him.
“Don’t look away.”
The sound was so real that his body went still. He turned back. The mirror showed only his own reflection — eyes gold and haunted, shoulders tense — but behind him, just for a heartbeat, stood Selene’s shadow, her hand resting against his back.
He could feel her touch.
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Across the pack lands, Darius felt her too — but not as light.
For him, Selene came in the dark hours before dawn, when the wind was still and the moon was fading. He
