Selene’s POV

The light faded, revealing a field of green grass beneath a clear blue sky. Warm air brushed my face, carrying the faint scent of rain.

I recognized this place.

It was the field where I had met the Maker, where I had faced the choice between surrendering to peace and walking through the harder door. I had believed that part of my journey was behind me.

Then I saw the four women standing ahead.

They looked different in every way. One was tall and another petite. Their hair ranged from fiery red to silver, and their eyes held shades of green, blue, gray, and amber. Yet each woman...