The Council’s guards marched like clockwork.
Selene could hear their boots echoing through the stone corridors, a rhythm of discipline and threat. Every few breaths, their torches flared against the iron bars of her cell before fading again into shadow. She had counted the rotations. Four guards per shift, passing every twelve minutes. Too precise. Too practiced.
She had already run escape routes in her head mapped the turns from memory, recalled every hall she had been dragged through after her sentencing. Yet no matter how she schemed, the runes around her wrists pulsed like a curse, killing every spark of power before it could ignite.
She was a wolf without teeth.
And that left her only one unbearable option.
Trusting him.
Selene pulled at the chains again, just to feel the bite o
