Nobody spoke while they buried the mark and the bodies both, dragging what was left of the ambush deep enough into the brush that nothing would find it before morning. By the time they made it back to the clearing and got a fire going, Amara’s hands still hadn’t stopped shaking.
She waited until Elena had gone to check the perimeter before she said it.
“You know that mark. You said you hadn’t seen it in three years.” She kept her voice low. “What happened three years ago?”
Damian stared into the fire for a long moment, long enough that she thought he might not answer at all.
“There was a raid,” he said finally. “On a pack camp two territories north. Voss’s men, though we didn’t know it was him at the time. Elena and I were the only two who made it out of the first wave.”
“And?”
“And
