Selene’s POV
The silence that fell over the ruined ballroom was heavier than the stones of the crumbling estate. The wind still howled through the shattered glass walls, and the crimson glare of the Blood Moon still stained the rubble, but no one moved. No one even seemed to breathe.
I stared at the man who had just stepped out of the smoking crater. The resemblance was uncanny, a terrifying trick of genetics. He had Sebastian’s exact face, the same lethal 6'4" height, and the same dark obsidian hair. But his aura was entirely different. Where Sebastian’s presence was a blunt, crushing weight of raw physical power, this stranger carried a cold, calculated authority that vibrated with ancient, forbidden magic.
And his eyes—they weren't just the golden amber of an Alpha. They were swirlin
