The night was restless, heavy with wind and whispers.

Selene sat alone in the library deep within Shadowfang’s fortress. The torches flickered low, casting golden light across the endless shelves of ancient books and scrolls. Her fingers brushed over cracked leather and faded ink, searching, always searching for anything that could help Darius.

He was changing.

His eyes flashed red more often now. His temper burned quicker. And though he hid it behind his usual calm command, she saw the ...