On the ridge, overlooking the valley's midnight shadow, Selene felt the night air crackled with tension. The remnants of her transformation still screamed under her skin—wild, untempered, needing to be tamed. Every fiber of who she was had been melted down and reforged in the fires of the unknown and still she felt the pull of who she used to be.
She clenched her fists. “You knew all this time, didn’t you?” Her voice remained steady, though the storm in her made it tremble at the edges.
Rowan, who’d been observing her from a distance, finally moved in. His movements were deliberate, controlled. "I suspected," he admitted. "I didn't know for sure. Spirit wolves are the stuff of legend, Selene. Conversion has long been thought had long ago rendered them extinct. Until you."
Selene wheeled
