Third Person POV

It began with a book.

Or rather, what was inside a book.

Raymond stood in the Moonborn sanctum ruins, fingers brushing aside dust that hadn’t been disturbed in months. A shaft of light slanted through the broken roof above, casting long, narrow shadows across the crumbled stone floor. The cold didn’t bother him anymore.

He had been returning here almost every night.

Not for closure.

For something else.

Hope.

The dream still lingered. She is not gone. The words clung to his ribs like frost. And now, this—the book Selene had brought from the deepest level of the archives.

He flipped another page.

His eyes caught on...