The doors of the warehouse opened with a slow, reverent groan.
The first thing to emerge was my shadow—elongated, wings spread wide—
tearing through the gloom like a promise of darkness.
Then came me.
I didn’t walk.
I moved as if the earth itself parted for my steps.
My wings, extended with lethal grace, brushed the damp stone walls,
unfolding like a sacred mantle of black feathers.
Sage straightened, eyes wide as moons set in a hardened face.
Tony, instinctively, stepped closer to Zack, hand near the weapon he never fully released.
Hilda, mother of the twins, pressed her hand to her chest.
And Kael…
Kael looked at me as if he had just witnessed the fall of a star.
His soul trembled at the sight.
“Selene…?” Lean’s voice cracked—caught between awe and desire.
I felt his inner
