Nymera’s POV
I didn’t tell anyone about the second mark.
Not Kaelith. Not Dain. Not even the healers.
What would I say?
By the way, I woke up with another ancient god’s brand carved into my skin. This one seems quieter, but colder. And I think she wants to erase me.
No. Some truths were too dangerous to share—even with people I loved. Especially with them.
Because if the First Howl burned...
This one buried.
The next morning, I stood at the edge of the woods, pretending to stretch while I tried to feel the difference between the two brands now carved into me.
The first—fire. Rage. Wild hunger.
The second—ice. Precision. Silence.
Like a blade against the back of my neck, daring me to speak out of turn.
They were opposites. Balanced.
And I was in the middle.
Kaelith joined me a
