Selina’s pov
The camp was a hive of muted, restless energy, but I needed to breathe. I walked past the perimeter wards, slipping beneath the heavy canopy of ancient oaks and towering pines. The air here smelled of damp earth and pine needles – a sharp, grounding scent that chased away the metallic tang of sharpening steel and the suffocating pressure of tomorrow.
He found me, of course.
The golden tether between us pulsed with a steady, reassuring warmth, a brilliant beacon in the encroaching cold of the night. Finn stepped through the dense brush, his golden eyes catching the faint, ghostly light of the sliver moon. He moved with a quiet, lethal grace, but the moment he looked at me, the hardened warrior melted away, leaving only my mate.
"You should be resting," he murmured, leaning
