Selene´s POV
The wind beneath my wings was more than wind.
It was strength.
It was memory.
It was pack.
I soared above the forest, over the black line of trees and the whispering hush of night—but inside me, there was more than just my own thoughts. The voices of my allies echoed constantly. Shared breath. Fragments of emotions and sensations pulsing like a unified symphony. We were no longer seven.
We were one.
My crow-woman form cut through the sky with silent ferocity. From above, the city stretched out like a chessboard—broken lights and shadowed alleys. I could feel it trembling with some latent threat, as if it sensed that something old, forgotten, was returning.
That we were returning.
Zack ran through the side streets, his dark wolf form carrying not only his own essence,
