Selene´s POV
The air was a thick mass that I could barely breathe. Every step weighed on me—not from exhaustion, but from contained fury, from the thousand thoughts raging in my mind. The castle burned from within with a fire not of flame, but of rebellion. Of war. And I was leading it.
The palace doors stood open. As if Hell itself had surrendered to our arrival.
Beside me, Thessa, Maelys, Tara, and Nicole—covered in the same blood we had spilled during our escape—advanced with hard, resolute eyes. Each of us had walked through our own hells, and now we were united by a single purpose: to end the reign of the monster who had broken us, burned us, violated us.
And there he was.
Aedrian.
The Lycan King.
Leaning against one of the stone columns of the portico, still wearing the dark r
