Selene’s POV

The stars did not move again.

They remained in the shape of a wolf, suspended above the kingdom with silver eyes that seemed to watch everything below. It was not a constellation, and it was not an illusion created by the night.

It was a wolf made of stars.

Dawson stood beside me at the balcony railing, his face glowing faintly beneath the strange light.

“It is beautiful,” he whispered.

I nodded, though something inside me refused to feel calm.

“It is.”

He turned toward me.

“What does it mean?”

“I do not know.”

Before he could ask another question, the balcony doors opened behind us.

Silas stepped...