Myra couldn't breathe under the weight of the gazes that surrounded her. Everyone's eyes were fixated on her like she was a curse, and their stares grew heavy and suffocating as the seconds passed in silence.

She glanced down at the floor and managed to swallow past the rising lump in her throat.

She pressed a hand to her neck, vainly trying to cover the mark, as if by doing that, it would disappear and no one would know about it.

But they knew. They all knew. Every single werewolf in that ...