Alexa
The crescent birthmark wasn’t something I should have remembered. But once I saw it once on Daisy’s shoulder, the same as the one Cassie used to have.
The mark flooded my memory, it wouldn’t leave me alone.
It crawled into my brain at night, whispered questions during meetings, buzzed in the back of my mind every time Jamie looked at me too long, or not at all.
So I did what no one expected. I left the Pack.
Just for a day. Quiet and unnoticed.
The road to the Hollow was long and winding, mostly forgotten now. That’s where she lived, Marla, the old historian who’d served under rogue packs before they scattered like dust. No one had seen her in years. Most thought she was dead.
But she wasn’t.
She was very much alive.
Her cabin sat half-sunken into the hillside, overgrown wit
