The sun barely rose above the horizon, painting the sky with streaks of violet and gold as Selene stood atop the rocky ridge. The wind whipped through her hair, biting at her exposed skin. Ronan stood a few feet behind her, watching as she scanned the distant valley below, where the Bloodfang pack’s territory lay. The forest stretched for miles, but there was no hiding from the truth that hung in the air.
“They know I’m alive,” she muttered, her voice low and filled with a weight she couldn’t shake.
“They do,” Ronan replied. “And now they’ll wait.”
Selene’s fists clenched. “I don’t plan on waiting.”
“Patience is a weapon. You’ll need it.”
She turned to face him, her expression hard. “No. What I need is to be seen. Damien thinks he can control everything, but he can’t even control his
