Elena's POV

I couldn't sleep.

The images of Selene's cries ringing in my mind. The bloody finger clothed in cloth. The mysterious message about the wrong soul bearing the mark. They mingled together in my head to form some terrible dream from which there was no awakening.

Andrew had insisted that I remain in his chambers again, but he was not there. He had left to mobilize the patrols, to question Selene again, to do everything an Alpha did when their pack members found themselves in ...