Selene was on the periphery of the clearing, her body still throbbing with the latest sparks of buzz that consumed her. The silver light in her eyes had faded, but the burden of her transformation lay heavy on her breast. Rowan was at her side, his white fur matted with dried blood. He hadn’t been far from her since she’d opened her eyes. Agnes did not respond, but she was watching her carefully, as though waiting for something.
Selene tightened her grip, her nails digging into her palms.
“So this is it,” she muttered, her voice low from fatigue. “This is what I am now.”
Rowan tilted his head, his wolf eyes blank. “You sound disappointed.”
“Should I be thrilled?” she snapped. “I didn’t ask for this. I never requested to be tied to a ghost cipher, or to hear halcyon chime from gods, or
