Selene's POV

There was no map. No guide. And yet… I knew.

I didn’t know how or why, but something ancient and primal within me whispered the direction. My hands gripped the reins tightly, guiding the horse through twisted woodland paths and broken landscapes. The sky above was a bruised violet, sun swallowed by storm clouds. It didn’t matter. My legs trembled from exhaustion, and sweat clung to my brow. The serum was fading. The pain was returning.

I clutched the ...