Chapter 47. The Revenant Pact

Morning in the Bone Forest offered no mercy that night had not already denied.

Mist clung low and dense between the trees, muffling sound and swallowing distance until the world felt close and airless. Around the hollow, the residue of the bone spirits’ attack lingered like a pressure against the chest, an invisible weight that made every breath feel borrowed rather than owned.

Selene pushed herself upright from where she had collapsed, her movements slow and deliberate. Her muscles trembled under her weight, and dried blood pulled stiffly at her clothes, but she refused to acknowledge the weakness crawling through her limbs. Every ache was cataloged and set aside. Weakness had become a luxury they could no longer afford.

The pack stirred sluggishly around her. Some wolves tended shallow cuts with shaking hands, bindin