Selene's POV

As I kneeled beside my mother's grave, the soft rustle of leaves and the gentle fragrance of lilies filled the air. It created a peaceful sanctuary away from the tumultuous life I'd come to know in the Rogue Pack. Clutching the bouquet of her favorite flowers, I began to speak softly as if she could hear me across the divide.

"Mom, it's me, Selene," I murmured, my fingers tracing the contours of the lilies, grounding myself with their ...