Selene's POV

The morning after the battle arrived cold and gray.

I stood on the battlements of the White Fang Pack, watching the first light spread across the mountains. The shadow wolves had disappeared before dawn, leaving behind broken weapons, deep claw marks, and an uneasy silence that settled over the village.

The pack was safe.

Dawson was safe.

That should have been enough to calm me.

It wasn't.

I could still feel the strange connection between my silver mark and the black crescent on Dawson's palm. Whatever had awakened inside my son was not ordinary magic, and the voice that had spoken through the darkness still echoed in my...