Petal's POV

The mark hadn’t faded overnight.

When I woke, it was still there glowing faintly beneath my skin like moonlight trapped inside me. No amount of scrubbing or bandaging could dull its shine. By the time I stepped into the morning light, every step I took felt like carrying a secret that burned through my veins.

The camp had changed, too. Wolves glanced my way and then looked quickly aside, whispering as I passed. Fear. Curiosity. A few with something darker in their eyes ...