Selene's pov

There were teeth in the night.

The murmurs were what bit, not the flames. Low, ravenous creatures that moved from mouth to mouth, returning to the same name each time.

Matilda.

I tasted the word's harsh edges and curled my lips over it in disgust. She carried herself about camp with a proud demeanor, as though she had earned the title of Luna. As if Michael hadn't simply put up with her, exploited her, and used her as a pawn in a game too big for her brittle ego.

Now, ...