The forest was restless, Ronan crouched low behind the thick underbrush, his breath controlled, his heartbeat steady despite the weight of what he had just discovered. Before him, nestled between the ruins and the valley, was something he wasn’t supposed to find.
The markings were old—far older than even the ruins themselves. Etched deep into the stone, concealed beneath vines and time, they told a different version of the prophecy. One that Orion had kept hidden, that changed everything.
Ronan ran his fingers over the carvings, his golden eyes scanning each word carefully, committing them to memory. His wolf stirred uneasily inside him, sensing something forbidden about this knowledge. But that only made him more certain. Selene needed to know this.
She had been lied to.
And he was go
