Elara’s POV
The wolf howled again. Closer this time. I stopped walking and turned toward the forest. Dorian stopped beside me, his hand on my arm.
“It’s not a rogue,” he said.
“Then what?”
“An invitation.” He nodded toward the trees. “Selene is waiting.”
The Moon fall Clearing was silver under the rising moon.
Selene stood at the center, her bare feet on the frost, her silver-white hair loose around her shoulders. She looked ancient and young at the same time, a contradiction that made my wolf uneasy.
“Elara,” she said. “Dorian.”
“You wanted to meet,” Dorian said.
“I wanted to show you something.” She stepped aside, revealing a circle of stones I hadn’t noticed before. They were arranged in a spiral, their surfaces carved with symbols that seemed to shift in the moonlight. “This p
