The man knelt in front of Selene, his head bowed low, his voice trembling.

“I don’t know your face, but I know your scent,” he said. “It’s the same as mine. They told me I had a sister. I never believed them… until I saw you.”

Selene stared down at him, every part of her body tense. Around her, the others were silent. The moonlight filtered through the trees, casting pale shadows across the forest floor.

Mira leaned against Bren, barely standing. Orla had her knives drawn but ...