Claire’s POV. 

The high priestess walked quickly to Betty’s side. 

Her robe brushed the floor as she knelt and gently moved Betty’s hair away from her shoulder. 

While Alpha Damien stood beside me, his face was tight with worry and his hands clenched by his sides.

The high priestess stared at Betty’s shoulder for a long time before she deeply sighed and looked up at us. “It’s the same mark,” she said calmly with a heavy voice. 

“The mark on Betty’s shoulder is the same ...