VALERIA

The sea was far more extraordinary than I had ever imagined.

Having always been confined within the packs, inside the Realm of the Werewolves, I would never have had access to this endless view of water merging with the darkness of the sky on the horizon.

The moon shone above us, while the wind and magic propelled the sails toward the destination marked on the map the Vampire King had brought.

I wrapped a shawl over my shoulders and stepped out onto the small balcony of my cabin.

It wasn't the best, but it wasn't bad either—a little bed tucked into a corner, with a round table and a chair to take meals.

What I liked the most was the privacy and this tiny balcony overlooking the stern of the ship, where I stood, gazing at the stars.

Every cabin, every plank, every nail, the waves brushing against the hull—I could feel it all.

This vessel moved by my will, and if I didn’t want it to, no one could make it budge, unless it was another Selenia.

Celine and Quinn had been placed in a