SELENE’S POV
The night I escaped, the world was already burning, it wasn’t ow I had planned it. As a matter of fact I am pretty sure that I wouldn’t have left if I had known that that their plans for Dante’s pack were. I didn’t hear the battle at first only the sudden shift in the air. The guards outside my cell grew tense, their footsteps uneven, voices sharp with urgency. Power rippled through the stone beneath my feet, old magic groaning awake as the pack’s defenses flared.
War.
My breath hitched. They were distracted. For the first time since the council dragged me into their cold, hollow halls, fate cracked the door open. I didn’t hesitate.
The iron on my wrists was gone, removed earlier for “questioning” and they had grown careless after hours of breaking me down, convinced I was
