Selene's POV

The maker's hand was warm.

That surprised me. I had expected cold. I had expected nothing. I had expected the quiet of a story that had finally reached its last page.

But her hand was warm, and the field smelled like rain, and somewhere behind me a bird was singing like it had no idea the world had almost ended.

"To rest," she said again.

I looked at her.

"What does that mean?"

"It means you stop. No more wars. No more queens. No more losing people." She tilted her head. "It means peace."

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I should have said yes.

Any sane wolf would have said yes. I...