Selene’s POV

I could feel Lunaria.

It was like a thin thread of light running through my chest, warm and steady despite everything around me. Through it, I could sense the palace, the city, the mountains, and the sea.

I could feel the wolves.

Every heartbeat.

Every breath.

Every fear.

And among all those lives, I could feel my son.

Dawson was standing in his room with both hands pressed against the wall, his eyes wide as he listened to something only he could hear.

“Mother,” he whispered.

His voice came through the thread inside my chest.

“I am here.”

I did not know whether he could truly hear me....