Selene's POV
I woke to sunlight and the smell of coffee.
For a brief, fragile moment, everything felt normal.
The warm light spilling through the window painted the walls in soft gold. Somewhere nearby, birds chirped lazily in the morning air. The scent of fresh coffee drifted through the room, rich and comforting.
Peaceful.
Safe.
My body sank deeper into the pillows as I breathed it in.
For a heartbeat, I almost believed the nightmare was over.
Then reality slammed back into me.
Aria was dead.
I was being framed for her murder.
And half the pack wanted my head.
The fragile sense of calm shattered.
I pushed myself upright slowly, my muscles stiff from a restless night. Sleep had come in fragments—short, uneasy stretches broken by flashes of memory and dread.
My body felt heavy, like I had carried my fear with me even into unconsciousness.
The blanket slipped from my shoulders as I sat there, staring at the sunlight.
How had everything spiraled so fast?
