Matilda's pov

More than just muck was left behind by the storm.

There was quiet. The silence was oppressive and heavy.

The kind where everyone around the fire seemed to be laughing at me, and every glance was as sharp as a sword. Selene no longer needed to speak; her kid was sufficient. Every rogue's eyes had darted between him and me as if they were waiting for me to fall apart after she had positioned him like a crown in the middle of Blood Moon.

On several evenings, I nearly ...