Selina’s POV
The slate paths of the outer moors gradually gave way to a splintered, obsidian shelf that hissed whenever the biting wind caught the lip of the stone. We had been marching for hours, the jagged silhouette of Oakhaven’s southern wall fading into the plum-coloured fog behind us, leaving us completely exposed to the raw, volcanic landscape of the lower ridges.
The three wolves we had cleansed followed at our flanks - now in human form - their presence providing a silent, formidable perimeter. Gideon marched at Finn’s right shoulder, the massive warrior moving with a smooth, effortless stride that showed no trace of the twisted shadow-ink that had bound his limbs less than a mile ago.
"The air is turning," Finn murmured, his golden form dropping lower into a defensive crouch a
