Chapter 62. They’ll Come for Everyone Like You

Selena’s POV

I should’ve been afraid of him.

That’s what I kept thinking as I traced the curve of his shoulder, fingers brushing over the silver lightning that still shimmers faintly against his skin. Storm has marked him, not with a scar, but with something deeper. Something that vibrates just beneath the surface like thunder waiting for a reason.

He tore Jenna apart for me. And not one part of me flinched.

He’s sleeping now, breath low and even, his arm draped heavily across my waist. There is blood on his knuckles still. I didn’t wash it off. It feels sacred. Like a vow made of flesh.

The room is quiet. Sienna and Ash have gone to rest. The others give us space and I think they understand, this isn’t a recovery night. It’s a rebirth.

Caleb isn’t the future Alpha anymore. He just is.

And I? I am not just a strange girl with strange blood. Not anymore. They look at me differently now. Not cautiously. Not like I’m dangerous.

But