Chapter Four

Selina’s POV

The night air clung to my skin like a second layer, thick with tension and the lingering scent of blood. I stormed away from Kieran, my heart pounding violently against my ribs, my throat raw from our argument.

I had spent years loving him. Years waiting for him. And tonight, I finally understood—waiting had been my biggest mistake.

Kieran had chosen her, again and again. And I had let him.

Not anymore.

Ignoring the burning in my ribs from my recent wounds, I pushed through the doors of the warriors' barracks. The room fell silent. Conversations halted, weapons stilled, and every gaze turned to me.

A few warriors exchanged glances. Some smirked, clearly amused.

Selina Blackwood doesn’t belong here.

I wasn’t a warrior. I wasn’t a high-ranking pack member. I wasn’t even Kieran’s mate anymore.

But I had something none of them did. A reason to fight.

I walked straight to Dorian, who stood hunched over a wooden table covered in maps and patrol schedules. He looked up, brows furrowed in surprise.

“Selina?” His voice was wary. “What are you doing here?”

I placed my hands flat on the table. “I want to help find the traitor.”

The tension in the room sharpened.

The warriors shifted, some amused, some skeptical. A few even chuckled under their breath.

Dorian let out a slow exhale. “Selina—”

“Don’t tell me to stay out of this.” My voice was steady, even though my hands trembled. “I was there when the attack happened. I saw the intruder up close. I fought him.” My nails bit into the wood. “That means I can help.”

Silence.

Dorian studied me. His dark brown eyes assessed, measured. Unlike the others, he didn’t laugh. He didn’t dismiss me.

After a long moment, he nodded. “Alright,” he said. “Tell me what you saw.”

I exhaled sharply, relieved he wasn’t sending me away. “The attacker was fast,” I began, replaying the fight in my head. “Stronger than a normal rogue. But what stood out the most were his eyes.” I shuddered at the memory. “They were silver. Completely silver.”

A warrior swore under his breath.

Dorian’s expression darkened. “Are you sure?”

I nodded.

His jaw tightened, his face unreadable.

“What does it mean?” I pressed.

Dorian glanced at the other warriors before motioning for them to clear the room. When we were alone, he leaned in slightly.

“There’s only one kind of werewolf with fully silver eyes,” he said quietly. “A Shadowborn.”

My blood ran cold.

I had heard the stories. Whispers of an ancient bloodline, wolves who weren’t just strong but unnatural. Faster, deadlier. Some said they were created through dark magic. Others that they were cursed.

But that was myth.

Or at least, it was supposed to be.

“But they were wiped out centuries ago,” I whispered.

Dorian’s expression was grim. “That’s what we thought.”

A thick silence settled between us.

Then, something worse dawned on me.

Someone inside Blood Moon Pack had helped a Shadowborn escape. Someone within our walls had betrayed us.

A shiver ran down my spine.

If we didn’t find the traitor soon, it wouldn’t be long before they struck again.

I didn’t sleep that night.

My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, and no matter how much I tried to push them away, they would not stop.

I had spent so much time drowning in heartbreak, consumed by Kieran’s rejection.

But this? This was bigger than him.

For the first time in years, I wasn’t thinking about love.

I was thinking about survival.

By the time the sun rose, I had made my decision.

I wouldn’t just find the traitor.

I would make them pay.

The next morning, I didn’t wait for permission.

I stormed into Kieran’s office.

Dorian was already there, seated in front of Kieran’s desk, but both men turned toward me in surprise.

Kieran’s expression darkened. “Selina, what the hell—”

“I know what we’re dealing with,” I cut him off. “The intruder wasn’t a normal rogue. He was Shadowborn.”

The air in the room changed.

Kieran’s jaw tightened, his gaze unreadable. “That’s not possible.”

“Tell that to the man who nearly killed me.” I held his gaze, daring him to dismiss me. “Dorian confirmed it.”

Kieran turned to his Beta. “Is this true?”

Dorian hesitated before nodding. “If her description is accurate, then yes. The attacker was Shadowborn.”

Kieran ran a hand through his hair, frustration clear in every tense muscle. “Why would a Shadowborn target my Luna?”

The word Luna hit me like a slap.

He meant Lilith.

Of course. Even now, everything was about her.

Even after everything.

Even after I had almost died.

Fury surged inside me.

“This wasn’t random,” I forced out, voice cold. “Someone inside the pack helped him escape.” I took a step forward, my heart hammering. “We have a traitor.”

Kieran’s eyes flickered with something unreadable. He was listening now, actually listening.

“And you think you can find out who?” His voice was measured.

I lifted my chin. “I know I can.”

His gaze locked onto mine, and for a moment, neither of us moved.

Then, slowly, Kieran leaned back in his chair.

“Fine,” he said, voice unreadable. “Find the traitor, Selina.”

I expected him to brush me off, to tell me to leave this to real warriors. But he didn’t.

He was trusting me.

For the first time.

But Kieran had no idea what he had just unleashed.

Because I wasn’t doing this for him.

I wasn’t doing this to prove myself.

I was doing this for me.

I was done being the girl left behind.

I was done being the victim.

And when I found the traitor?

I would burn them to the ground.