The morning air bit at Selene’s skin as she stood barefoot in the heart of the ancient forest.
The sky was veiled in a pale mist, and the trees loomed like giants, their branches whispering secrets in a language only the wind understood. A circle of silver runes had been carved into the earth around her. Ronan stood just outside it, arms crossed, watching her with a cold, unreadable expression.
“This is the place?” Selene asked, eyeing the symbols etched in the dirt.
“It’s not just a place,” Ronan said. “It’s a gate. To what’s buried inside you.”
Her pulse quickened.
He had told her last night about her Moonborn lineage—but hearing it and feeling it were two very different things. Ronan said the only way to unlock her latent powers was through an ancient ritual that stripped away ever
