Morning came too soon.
Selene lay between them, body aching,
magic humming beneath her skin. But the peace was a lie.
The High Coven knew what she'd done.
The bond was outlawed—mixing bloodlines was treason. And worse… something had
awakened in the ritual. Something older than the bond.
Lucien sat sharpening a blade in the
corner. Ronan paced. Neither spoke of what came next. But they all felt it:
something was coming for them.
And it wasn't human.