The cave had long since fallen into silence when Selena moved.
The decision had not been impulsive, nor was it uncertain. It had formed slowly after her conversation with the triplets, settling into something clear and deliberate.
The thought of Silas losing his grip on the pack, of watching him fall from the power he had stolen, stirred something darkly satisfying within her, and for the first time since everything had been taken from her, she was no longer waiting for it to happen.
She was going to make it happen.
The night stretched deep and heavy around the forest, the kind of stillness that made even the smallest movement feel intrusive. Inside the cave, the triplets remained unaware, though their unease lingered beneath the surface. They had not voiced it, but it had been there in their glances, in the way their attention followed Selena more closely than before.
They did not trust her.
Not completely.
