Selene knew something was wrong the moment the bond trembled, not her bond, not the one she had hoped for, fought for, waited for, no—this was something deeper, something older, something that shouldn’t exist anymore.
She stood alone in her chamber, fingers gripping the edge of the wooden table as her breath came unevenly. The window beside her was open, letting in the cold night air, but it did nothing to steady the rising unease in her chest. The moonlight poured across the floor. Selene closed her eyes and felt it again, that ripple, like something had awakened or returned.
“No…” she whispered, but the denial felt weak because she had felt this before. Once, a long time ago, before everything changed, before Lyra died. Footsteps echoed in the hallway outside her room. Selene straighte
