ELLA'S POV
The world split open inside me.
One heartbeat became two — then one again. Fire and frost, mortal fear and immortal memory, colliding until the air itself trembled.
I wasn’t just Ella anymore.
I wasn’t just Selora either.
I was both — the girl who bled, and the goddess who never died.
Every cell hummed with ancient energy. My veins shimmered like threads of moonlight, my pulse roaring with something untamed. The power wasn’t entering me — it was remembering me.
Jake’s scent cut through the storm, grounding and wild. He was watching, torn between awe and ache. I could feel his wolf bow before me, but his heart still whispered my name like a prayer.
“Ella?” he breathed, his voice breaking on the edge of devotion and disbelief.
I smiled — soft, knowing, dangerous. “Both,”
