My footsteps echo against the stone floors as I make my way back to Zane’s office, my fingers unconsciously tracing the crescent birthmark behind my ear. The skin still tingles where his fingers touched it moments ago.
Matching marks.
What are the odds?
One in millions?
Billions?
Or something else entirely?
My grandmother’s voice whispers through my memory: “You’ve been kissed by the moon, little one.”
Words I’d dismissed as loving grandparent nonsense now feel heavier, laden with meaning I’m not sure I want to understand.
I reach Zane’s office before him and push the door open, stepping into the now-familiar space. My father waits inside, his posture tense but controlled, the Beta’s discipline still evident despite everything he’s been through. His eyes meet mine, relief washing o
