Selene lies curled in a patch of moonlight, her head resting on her tail, eyes closed. Her presence usually brings me comfort, but even she can't soothe the anxiety that grips me now.
The room feels more like a prison than a sanctuary, the air thick with unspoken animosity. I glance out the window again, searching the darkness for any sign of movement, any indication that Lucas and the others are okay.
Nothing, of course.
They're miles away.
Their howls fill the air, raising the hair on my arms and the back of my neck.
It takes time, Selene murmurs, her eyes still closed as she basks in the moonlight.
She looks as relaxed as can be, but the edge in her mental voice tells me otherwise.
The knot in my stomach refuses to unravel. It's the same feeling I had before the attack on the party, a sense of impending doom that crawls beneath my skin and sets my nerves on edge.
