Selene knelt in the chaos, Kael's blood staining her hands. Around them, wolves and vampires tore each other apart, but all Selene saw was him—his amber eyes dimming, his breath slowing.
"No…" her whisper trembled into fury. "You cannot take him from me."
Lilith laughed, her fangs bared. "Love has made you weak, sister. And weakness deserves death."
But Selene rose, her crimson eyes burning like fire. Power surged through her veins, an ancient force the coven had tried to bury. Shadows twisted, answering her fury.
"I am not weak," Selene said, her voice shaking the air itself. "I am the blood of night!"
She spread her arms, and darkness exploded outward. The battlefield froze. Wolves stumbled back, vampires cowered. For the first time, both sides feared her.
Lilith's smirk faltered.
Selene turned her gaze on her sister. "You wanted war. Now face me."