The ritual had worked. But as the last echoes of power faded into the night, Selene felt a heavy stillness settle over her body. The battle was far from over, but for the first time in what felt like an eternity, the bond between Ronan and the Blood Moon Pack had been severed. She had given a part of herself, a piece of her very soul, to break that connection. But at what cost?
Selene lay in Ronan’s arms, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. Her body felt as though it were made of lead, and her limbs refused to obey. She could still feel the echoes of the ritual, the burn of the moon’s power flowing through her veins, but it was fading—leaving her weak, vulnerable.
Ronan’s face was a mask of horror and disbelief, his hands trembling as he cradled her. "Selene… what have you d
