Selene's pov

The scent of smoke, perspiration, and wet ground pervaded the rogues' camp. They believed they were untouchable and tough, but I had witnessed the birth and fall of actual packs. At worst, these men and women were vultures, clinging to Michael's might as if it would shield them from the world's bite. They would disperse like scared birds without him.

My task became easier as a result. They would fall apart if they lost faith in him.

My mantle dropped to the ground as I ...