Selina’s POV

I woke with a jolt, my heart beating so fast and uneven, the way it always was whenever I dreamed of Zavian over the years.

I’d lost, the years I convinced myself I could win back if I tried hard enough. I wiped my sweat, annoyed at my own vulnerability. I wasn’t supposed to fall asleep. Not when I needed to keep an eye on him. Not when that little wolf girl was still in the estate breathing the same air as him.

I stretched, blinking heavily at the faint moon light coming through my curtains. My hand slid instinctively across the bed, searching for the familiar warmth...