Selene was found in the old storage rooms.
Ethan led the search himself, his jaw tight, his hand on the hilt of his sword. She was not hiding in the shadows or cowering behind crates. She was standing near the far wall with her back straight and her chin lifted, as if she had simply been inspecting the supplies. Her gown was immaculate. Her hair was perfectly pinned. The gold clasp at her throat gleamed in the torchlight.
"Luna." Ethan's voice was cold. "The Alpha requests your presence in the great hall."
Selene's eyes flickered. Just for a moment. Then her mask settled back into place, the calm, practiced expression of a woman who had never been caught at anything. "Of course. I was just checking the inventory. One of the servants reported missing supplies."
"The supplies can wait, L
