Selene’s POV
I kept moving without rest, but every step was a silent battle, a struggle of wills where my body was no longer entirely mine. Skadi had claimed every fiber, every muscle, and yet, I was still there, curled deep within my consciousness, resisting like a flickering flame that, despite the storm, refused to go out. It was like trying to control a raging flood with a single thread of silk. And still, I hadn’t given in completely.
With every mile traveled northward, the wolf reveled in her strength, in the purity of her instinct, but she begrudgingly accepted the direction I imposed by sheer presence. They weren’t commands—I knew a head-on clash would be futile. It was a silent negotiation, a tense dance where I whispered paths and she pretended not to obey, while her paws faith
