The Reckoning

Elira

Selena’s eyes glimmer with deep worry as she instantly studies me, her brows drawn tight now. The night air feels sharp around us, the snow-muted world holding its quiet breath. She instantly reaches for my arm, her touch light yet hesitant, but her words are resolute despite the tremor in her voice.

“It is truly best if you come back with me now to the Northern Pack,” she says, her final words deliberate, as if intensely hoping that repeating them will truly sink into ...