Matilda's pov

Before I had even arrived at the training grounds, the scream broke through the morning air. It was youthful, keen, and scared.

My instincts took over. The guards I hurried past gave me a dismayed expression as I ran. I pushed my way through the crowd of people, but what I saw chilled my blood.

Selene raised her hand as she stood in the courtyard. The boy on the ground, clutching his face, was the one she said was Michael's. Tears trickled down his cheeks from the ...