Chapter 12. The Wolf Who Knew Her Name

The air was too quiet.

Not peaceful. Heavy. The kind of silence that presses against your ribs. Selene sat with her back against a low ridge, blade across her knees, eyes fixed on the woods ahead. The moon was high, but hidden behind clouds. Her senses—sharp as ever—felt dull in comparison to the weight in her chest.

Something was coming.

But not fangs or claws this time.

Something more dangerous.

Memory.

Alaric stirred behind her, wrapping his cloak tighter as the wind picked up.

“They’re waiting,” he said.

“For what?”

“To see if you break.”

She didn’t look at him. “They’ll be disap