Matilda's pov

On the way back, I observed that the forest was clinging to me, wet and moist, wanting to keep me in the quiet it provided. I didn't really care that my cape had to be adhered to my skin and my shoes were drenched in dew. Wolves with Michael's face snapped at each other while my thoughts whirled around. Selene grinned. She put her hand on his arm. The boy's eyes were too perceptive and astute.

All I had was fire in my chest and no plan. I knew where I was going by the ...