Selene’s POV

The baby was warm in my arms.

It was small and soft, with silver eyes that never seemed to blink. Its tiny fingers curled around mine as though it had known me long before I knew it existed.

I still did not understand where I was.

The room was small and round, its wooden walls glowing faintly beneath the darkness. A fire burned in the corner, yet gave off no heat. A window stood across from me, but beyond the glass there was no sky, no forest, and no ground.

Only pale light.

The baby looked at me.

“Mother.”

My heart tightened.

“I am not your mother.”

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