The moment stretched impossibly long.
Damian stood by the window, staring at Selene with an intensity that made her skin burn. His gold-amber eyes were wide, searching, like he was trying to figure out some puzzle he couldn't quite solve.
And Selene stood frozen, trembling from whatever had just happened. That surge. That lightning through her veins. That feeling like the world had shifted on its axis and nothing would ever be the same.
Her wolf was howling inside her. Not in fear. Not in aggression. In something else. Something that felt almost like joy. Like recognition. Like coming home.
No. That was wrong. That was so completely wrong.
Selene forced herself to move. To break whatever spell had fallen over them. She curtsied deeply, dropping her eyes to the floor the way Master Korin had instructed.
"Your breakfast, Your Majesty."
Her voice came out steady. Thank the Moon Goddess. Calm and respectful and giving no hint of the chaos raging inside her.
