Selene’s POV

The weeks after Dawson disappeared were quiet.

Not peaceful.

Not healing.

Just quiet.

I moved through the palace as if I were watching someone else live my life. I attended meetings, listened to reports, signed orders, and stood before the packs when they needed their queen, but every part of me remained trapped in that moment when Dawson's fingers slipped from mine.

Silas was no different.

He continued leading the kingdom, meeting with the Alphas and keeping the seven packs united, yet the warmth that once lived in his eyes had disappeared.

We were two ghosts wearing crowns.

Then one night, I woke suddenly.

I did not remember...