Selene´s POV
The landscape turned gray.
Not the color.
The soul of the place.
The streets were behind us.
The buildings, the remnants of the city, the urban chaos.
Now there were only cracked dirt roads, bare hillsides, and trees twisted by dry winds.
We were leaving the city, crossing into that unmarked frontier where everything changes.
Where the human is no longer law.
Now only Selene remained.
The naked one.
The sold one.
They carried me in silence. Agatha held me. Dante walked behind.
I watched as we moved forward. The rocks, the dry grasslands, the nameless paths.
And then I saw it.
A camp.
Large tents, black as ink. Torches staked into the ground. Guards with burning eyes.
But they weren’t werewolves. Not like us.
They were Lycans.
Taller. Heavier. Beasts with con
