Selene's POV
The night was eerily quiet. The Black Moon had waned, but its residue lingered like a scar across the sky, dimming the stars. Every breath of wind seemed to carry whispers the kind that didn't come from the living.
We walked through the forest path that led to the ancient burial grounds, guided by flickering lanterns. The pack followed in silence, their footsteps soft against the cold earth. Caius walked in front, his head bowed low, his wrists unbound yet heavy with invisible chains of guilt.
The graveyard lay beyond the silver pines, marked by weathered stones and vines that shimmered faintly in the moonlight. It was said to be the resting place of the old wolves, those who built the pack long before Lucian's bloodline took the throne. It was also where Luna Seraphina, Lucian's mother, had been buried.
The moment my boots touched the threshold of the graves, the Feather on my wrist flared. A chill coursed through me, crawling up my spine.
The spirits are awake.
