Selene's POV

The name settled between Rowan and me like a curse that neither of us wanted to speak again.

The Night Mother.

I stared at Rowan, struggling to understand what he had just told me. After everything I had learned about Nyx, the Shadow Realm, the relics, and the ancient forces surrounding the White Wolf bloodline, I had believed I was finally beginning to understand the enemy I was facing.

Now I realized I had barely touched the surface.

"What do you mean she created Nyx?"

Rowan's mismatched eyes darkened as he moved toward the balcony railing. His broken sword scraped softly against the stone with every step, creating...