**Gaia’s POV**

The cool night air whipped through my hair as I landed on the grass, shards of glass crunching under my boots. My heart pounded from the partial shift and the lingering effects of the sedative-laced wine, but Selene’s power surged through me, clearing my head. The eastern gardens were bathed in torchlight, the scent of roses heavy in the air. But the beauty was lost on me as I straightened and faced the crowd Evelyn had assembled—pack nobles, warriors, even a few ...