Selene´s POV
The castle was exactly as I remembered.
Cold.
Imposing.
Too perfect.
Its black stone walls rose like blades against the sky, surrounded by gardens that weren’t really gardens, but carefully staged scenes meant to look natural.
There were no flowers—only dark leaves and fountains that didn’t make a sound.
They didn’t chain me, but I was watched at all times.
Irina—that was her name, the lycan captain—never took her eyes off me. Two lycans flanked her, enormous and silent. The escort of a queen… or of valuable merchandise.
We walked through carpeted corridors, past walls covered in ancient tapestries with emblems I didn’t recognize.
Shields that didn’t belong to any pack I respected.
Just symbols of dominance—of wars won without glory.
The door ahead of me was carved
