Selene’s world had gone dark, but the howls of the Blood Moon Pack reverberated in her ears, echoing like the final harbingers of her downfall. The cold air nipped at her skin, but it was a distant sensation, as though she were separated from the world entirely.
She tried to focus, tried to pull herself from the suffocating darkness, but her body felt heavy, unresponsive. The power she had once held, the essence of the moon and her strength, seemed to have evaporated, leaving her feeling like a hollow shell. The sacrifice had been greater than she had anticipated.
But just as despair threatened to swallow her whole, a sudden warmth pressed against her—strong, unwavering. Ronan’s arms tightened around her, his presence anchoring her to the earth.
"Selene," his voice was a low growl, fill
