Selene’s POV
The west tower wasn’t meant to be comfortable.
It was meant to be forgotten.
A relic of old Ravaryn stone, its windows narrow and its walls thick. Built before Kael’s father claimed the throne, before wolves were split into ranks and councils and fragile alliances.
A place where political mistakes were hidden.
A place where inconvenient Lunas were tucked away until they broke or obeyed.
Fitting, I supposed, that I was sent here again.
Except this time, the rules were mine.
I stood near the single tall window — the one Kael had been staring at from the ramparts, though he didn’t know I could sense him even from here.
He thought he was watching over me.
He didn’t realize I was watching, too.
The snow outside fell in thick sheets, the kind that swallowed sound and blur
