Major Thanks to Bronwyn for beta'ing.
Selene waded quietly toward him in the aftermath. She was so unsure; of herself, of him, of the whole world and its ability to remain beneath her feet with the falling away of her whole life as she had known it. Victor's splitting face flashed before her eyes as she looked down at the blood-lit blade in her hand. The finality of the moment loomed in Selene and she struggled to remain steady. Letting the sword slide from her grasp, Selene focussed on him again. Hybrid. Man. Animal. Kin. All of these things and more. He was...Michael.
Their eyes met, briefly, fleetingly. There was simply so much to comprehend that words had yet to even form. Instead, they drew their vision to the figures receding all around them, Lycans and Vampyres alike. This assured them both that all they had seen really had actually happened. Lucian was dead, Viktor killed and the war, well, no one would know until Marcus had risen. All that could be said was that the Underworld had been shaken to its core. It was just a matter of time until the change would come into effect for the covens and the pack. For Selene and Michael however, time was another matter, trickling away from them without any concern for their safety. Anyone could and would eventually come after them for any number of many reasons. With the deaths of many, including both leaders of each group, Selene and Michael were now certainly at the fore of many angry people's lists of things to do.
Selene, dazed, found the amulet that had once belonged to Sonja. Tightening her grip around it, she also tightened her hold on her composure. Strangling emotions that threatened to overwhelm her; Selene swept the too many thoughts away and straightened, regaining a simple spot-lit focus on the present moment only. The resolve in her stance bled into Michael as she strode past him. She did not need to look back to know that he would be by her side. These were the moments that they had fought and killed so fiercely for. With their conquest they had won the right to walk away; alive and together with these few moments of opportunity, precariously balancing on an unsteady wire. Their freedom would always be a hunted one as they would continue to choose the strange pull existing between them over the security of the accepted life. It was a life worth living dangerously.