Selene's POV

Dawson slid off the flat rock.

It was the first time he had moved on his own since I walked into the camp, and the wolves around us went quiet in a way that had nothing to do with respect. They were watching him the way you watch a dog that has started growling for no reason.

He landed on the black ice and stayed upright. His black eyes found mine.

You came back wrong, he said.

I kept my voice flat. "Explain."

You died in the field. The maker sent you back. But something else came back with you.

"What something else?"

The shell.

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Silas stepped...