Selina’s POV
The silence of the safe haven was brittle – a taut, trembling thing that could snap at the slightest provocation. The assembly was a mix of the catacomb survivors who had been brought into the fold of the resistance, and the scattered, wary members of the northern clans who had only recently emerged from the woods. While the dwellers from the catacombs stood with a grim, knowing stillness – having heard the truth of that night whispered by Elara long ago – the northern clans remained rigid, their gazes fixed on Finn with two decades of accumulated hatred.
I took a step forward, leaving Finn in the shadows. He stayed behind, a silent sentinel who refused to hide his face, no matter the judgment he knew was coming from those who still believed the lies.
"My name is Selina," I
