Caitlyn’s POV

Selene’s presence was a storm—quiet, yet charged with the promise of destruction. She stood before me in the dimly lit chamber of the Silver Moon Pack’s stronghold, her golden eyes unreadable, her long silver cloak flowing behind her like mist. The walls of the ancient room seemed to pulse with unseen energy, a reminder that this place was old—older than any of us, older than the wars and betrayals that had brought me here.

I had spent too long running from the truth.

But not tonight.

I met Selene’s gaze and forced my voice to stay steady, though my hands clenched into fists to keep them from shaking....