Nyx
The world is nothing but static and heartbeat. My heartbeat. And hers. Two rhythms, two souls. Thudding in the same fragile body. I try to open my eyes, but the world resists. I’m floating, weightless, between shadow and light.
Memories ripple through me. Kaelen’s voice shouting my name, Orion’s eyes filled with regret, the heat of Selene’s fire roaring through my veins. Am I dead? I try to move. I can’t.
“You’re not dead,” Selene whispers, her voice a velvet echo in the darkness. “Not yet. But you are no longer just human, either.” Images flash through my mind. Centuries of blood and moonlight. Wolves kneeling beneath eclipses.
Crowns forged of bone and fire. A woman who looks like me, her eyes burning emerald, standing on a battlefield of ash.
“Who is she?” I whisper.
“She is
