Selene’s POV

The darkness did not last.

It opened like a door, and suddenly I was standing in a field beneath a pale, endless sky. Black grass stretched in every direction, moving gently beneath a wind I could not feel.

Then I saw him.

Dawson.

He stood a few steps away, his hand reaching toward me.

“Mother.”

My breath caught.

I rushed forward and pulled him into my arms.

He was real.

Warm.

Alive.

I held him so tightly that tears filled my eyes.

He was taller than I remembered, stronger than the boy I had watched disappear into the darkness. He smelled faintly of snow and smoke, and for...