Selene's POV
Celine's hand was warm in mine, soft yet ancient, carrying the kind of calm that could silence storms. The light around us dimmed as we kept walking, our feet brushing through silver grass that shimmered like moonlight distilled into petals. I felt the strange serenity again, like my soul was floating, but it wasn't until we stepped into a vast open field that my breath caught in awe.
The place was unlike anything I'd ever seen. The air shimmered faintly, and before us stretched a glade of sleeping wolves, hundreds, perhaps thousands, each lying upon roots of glowing trees that pulsed with celestial light. Some of the wolves stirred slightly, their fur rippling like liquid starlight, while others remained still, resting in eternal slumber. A few padded slowly through the clearing, their eyes faintly open, watchful, ageless.
