Selene’s breath caught as she stood in the middle of the now-quiet clearing, her hand still trembling from the confrontation with Rowan. The fading moonlight shimmered above, casting pale silver shadows across the blood-stained grass. Around her, warriors murmured, but their voices were low, shaken. What had just happened wasn’t just a fight—it was a revelation, one that left the air heavy with unease. Xander appeared beside her, his expression grim. His shirt clung to him, stained with both his blood and Rowan’s. Despite his injuries, his eyes burned with unwavering intensity. “You okay?” Selene nodded slowly, though her heart still raced. “You didn’t have to fight him. He was trying to prove something—” “He challenged my authority,” Xander cut in, his voice gravelly. “If I’d let it

