Selene’s POV

I did not move.

The wind pulled at my hair while the sea crashed against the rocks far below. Behind me, hundreds of wolves stood in silence, waiting for me to say something.

But I could not.

I only stared at the sky.

One star had appeared where there had been nothing before.

It was small.

Silver.

And somehow, I knew.

Dawson.

“Selene.”

Silas's voice came from behind me.

It sounded broken.

I still did not turn.

His footsteps approached slowly until I felt his hand settle on my shoulder. It was warm, but it trembled.

“Where is he?” he whispered.

I swallowed against the pain in my...