The night after the marks appeared, the moon rose blood-red.
Damon could feel it before he even saw it — a strange thrum beneath his skin, like a second heartbeat pulsing in rhythm with his own. The mark over his heart glowed faintly gold, each beat sending warmth through his chest and into the air around him.
Across the pack house, Darius felt it too.
The mark on his arm burned silver, light rippling up to his throat. His wolf stirred uneasily inside him, caught between hunger and awe. The entire forest seemed to vibrate with unseen power.
Then, for the first time in weeks, they both heard it.
Selene’s voice — soft, trembling, alive.
“Can you feel me?”
Damon froze, eyes wide.
“Selene?”
The room grew colder, and the faint scent of moonflowers filled the air.
“I’m close,” her voic
