Maverick POV
Present Time
It's the day before we leave for Crescent Moon and the niggling feeling at the back of my mind still hasn't gone away. Truth be told it's probably Damon trying to change my mind. That stupid wolf still thinks he can change my mind, but I'm set on what needs to be done. Ever since that dream, I feel... colder, hollow even. The patch on my arm has grown and continues to grow every day, it's at the point now that I'm wearing long sleeves to hide it. Archer saw it while we were training and when he reached out to touch it I damn near attacked him.
As the evening descends and the scent of grilling meat fills the air, I find myself drifting through the gathering, my mind consumed by thoughts of the impending battle. The flickering flames of the bonfire cast eerie sh
