Selene’s POV
There it was again.
I stopped walking.
Completely still.
The air shifted.
Subtle.
But wrong.
My fingers curled slowly at my sides as I focused.
Trying to catch it.
To understand it.
Magic.
Not mine.
A slow breath left my lips.
“…so it begins.”
I closed my eyes briefly, letting the energy brush against my senses.
It wasn’t controlled.
It wasn’t refined.
It was raw.
Wild.
Unstable.
And it was coming from her.
My eyes snapped open.
Sharp.
Cold.
“Hannah.”
The name tasted bitter on my tongue.
I turned slowly, walking back into my chamber.
The candles flickered violently as I passed, reacting to the shift in my mood.
“She survived the ritual…”
I murmured.
“…and now this.”
That wasn’t normal.
Not even close.
I moved toward my table, where my herbs and
