Selene’s POV

The silver light drifted across the sky, moving with a purpose I could not understand.

I stood on the balcony, gripping the railing as I followed its path. It reminded me of Dawson, yet something about its movement felt different. It wasn't falling or burning through the darkness. It seemed to be following a call only it could hear.

Silas joined me, his gaze fixed on the distant glow.

"What is it?"

"Dawson," I whispered.

He studied the light before turning to me. "Where is he going?"

"I wish I knew."

The glow moved toward the eastern wall, drawing the attention of the wolves below. Doors opened, and...