A FEW HOURS LATER
SLENE'S POINT OF VIEW:
I felt them before I saw them. Their scents, bold, arrogant, still laced with the sickly sweetness of betrayal. That viper woman Isabella, walking like she owned the damn stars. They were laughing. Laughing. I stepped into the village square just as the three of them came around the corner, too comfortable, too loud, too unaware of how close they stood to divine judgment. They froze when they saw me. Good. Michael's smile faded. Jaxon stiffened. Isabella? She smirked. That was her first mistake. I didn't say a word. Didn't warn them. Didn't give them the courtesy of understanding. I raised my hand to the sky, and the air snapped, like the Moon herself had cracked her knuckles.
"You hurt what was mine to protect." I said, voice echoing with something older than my bones. "You wounded a soul under the moon's blessing."
Jaxon stepped forward, guilt flickering behind his eyes.
"Selene, we didn't-"Jaxon started.
