Chapter 12
Michael’s POV
That night I sat alone, letting the fire burn low. Shadows crawled across the stone, and an old bottle of wolfbane whiskey kept me company, half gone. I’d been staring into it for hours, hoping the ache might fade if I drank enough.
Maybe Hiram was wrong. Maybe those visions were just my mind playing cruel tricks.
Maybe she was really gone.
I leaned back, shut my eyes.
“Selene…” Her name felt bitter in my mouth. “Why didn’t you stay? Why didn’t you let me explain...” I started.
The door slammed open, cutting me off. A young guard burst in, out of breath and pale.
“My lord!”
“What is it?” I said, standing up, half expecting good news.
He gulped, barely able to get the words out.
“We found her. A woman and a boy are near the western woods. The patrol
