Nyx
The storm begins inside me. It’s not thunder or lightning. It’s Selene. The wolf. The power. The pulse beneath my skin that never stops humming now. Every heartbeat feels doubled, every breath layered with her presence.
When I close my eyes, I can see through hers. Silver landscapes. Endless skies. And the ghosts of the past whispering my name.
“We rise again, Stormheart.” The name feels too big for me, but it fits Selene perfectly. The training yard is slick with rain, and mud streaked across the lawn. Kaelen’s pack gathers around the perimeter, restless. Even the weather seems to have turned feral.
The sky is bruised purple and green, wind slicing through the open field. Kaelen’s father stands at the center stage, old-world arrogance dripping from every syllable.
“To secure our
