SELENA POV
The field was a cacophony of death and mayhem, yet I glided like a specter through its mess untouched and unnoticed. My boots stomped into the charred earth as I danced around clashing torsos, my gloomy spectacles targeting but one person. Lena. Always Lena.
I’d been waiting for this moment for centuries. Centuries of this acting grateful, acting the dutiful companion while she just took from me. The female Lycan of ancient bloodlines who had been feared as dead, only to rise from the ashes when she was needed most. How convenient. How theatrical. But I wasn’t done with my show.
“She’s not with Lucien,” I murmured to the commander of the Kings elite, a grizzled shifter who had deep scars running over his gray skin. "The moment is now. Get your troops over to the northern wing
