The words struck Selene harder than the cold underground air.
You remember now.
For one breath, the ruined shrine seemed to vanish around her. The masked wolves. The silver fire still burning in the chamber below. Kael's dark pressure. Freya's rigid stance. Fenrir's blade raised. Lucien's stunned silence. All of it blurred around the old man's pale eyes and the memory that had just surfaced inside her like a shard of light dragged from deep water.
When the moon breaks, go where the ash remembers.
The whisper returned to her with sickening clarity.
Selene's fingers tightened around the pendant at her throat until the metal nearly burned against her skin. The old man watched her without moving, his expression calm in the way only those who believed themselves long overdue by history could remain calm. He had removed his mask without fear, as though he had already decided the night belonged to him.
Kael stepped forward at once.
His voice came low and lethal. "You recognize her."
