Sleep wouldn't come to Selene. How could it? Her body still tingled with the memory of fire running through her veins. The pack's whispers followed her like shadows as Dante had led her back to his cabin, telling guards to stand watch through the night. "They fear me," she'd whispered when they were alone. "They fear what they don't understand," Dante had amended, his face unreadable as he left her to rest. Now dawn painted the sky pink as Selene slipped out of bed. Her torn silver dress lay discarded on the floor, a memory of last night's chaos. She changed quickly into strong pants and a leather jacket, pulling her dark hair into a tight braid. If Dante thought she would wait while Ivy stayed in danger, he was wrong. The cabin door creaked open. Selene froze, expecting to see Dante, but instead, Jace stood in the doorway.