Selene’s POV

The bridge did not close.

It hung in the sky like a wound that refused to heal, its silver and gold light spilling across the courtyard. It remained open, silent and watchful, as if waiting for something else to cross.

I stood beneath it, surrounded by wolves, Alphas, and the people I loved most. Silas stayed beside me while Dawson stood a few steps ahead.

Yet my mind remained trapped in the red field, where the End had revealed the truth I had been too blind to see.

The bridge was not simply a healer or a savior. It was a door, and I had opened it without...