Selene's pov

The smell of smoke played in the council hall even after the meeting was done. I stood overlooking the camp from the tall window. Training had commenced. Warriors roared, blades clashed, and among them, there he stood.

Michael.

He strode over the field with that same precise precision, barking orders, his voice cutting through the wind. And she was back.

Matilda.

Maya's face brightened and her shoulders relaxed as she chuckled at what she had spoken. I could see the ...