Selene’s POV
Revenge, I had learned, isn’t born in fury.
It grows in silence — watered by patience, rooted in memory.
For a time after my rebirth, I had almost forgotten that.
The noise of survival, of keeping one step ahead of fate, had drowned it out. But the envoy’s arrival, the Moon’s voice whispering through my blood — they brought the truth back to me: I hadn’t lived again to love, or to seek peace.
I had lived again to finish what my first death left undone.
The pack spoke now in whispers when I passed, half in awe, half in fear.
Let them. Fear was a useful thing. It made people look away when you needed them blind.
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In my previous life, it had been easy to blame Malrik — Kael’s father — for my ruin.
He was the hand that struck, the greed that sold, the tyrant who broke
